yes, let us dream.
beyond the world we see immediately
poke a keyhole into our dream
and let us search for the right key
to reach our dream
we may get lost.
if you do, remember to love.
2.7.2024
come, stay and let's talk. it's a good day to be alive
yes, let us dream.
beyond the world we see immediately
poke a keyhole into our dream
and let us search for the right key
to reach our dream
we may get lost.
if you do, remember to love.
2.7.2024
내가 왜 이 일을 하는지
이유가 필요하다.
언젠간 알고 있던 그것이
’잠깐만 더 있다가‘하는 사이에
벌써 멀어져 버렸다.
지금 나는 왜 이 일을 하는가
옛날에 나는 무엇에 열정을 가졌는가
불이 꺼진 큰 짐덩어리를 미는건
더이상 할 짓이 안된다.
1.18.2024
언뜻 보이려 한다.
어릴적 손끝으로 그리던 그림이.
슬픔도, 즐거움도, 아픔도, 화남도,
모두 그 그림의 일부이었다.
수많은 모험 속에서,
조금씩 색깔을 맞춰가는 이 그림.
완성된 그림보다
그려가는 과정에 의미가 더 있는 그림.
그런 그림이다.
1.12.2024
if you want it,
stretch out your arm,
grasp it with your fingers.
don’t wait others to do it for you.
1.7.2024
a black cat appeared.
its amorphous darkness
morphed into a sinkhole.
I grasped at it without avail.
So I stared at it
as it stared back.
It bowed,
dissipating into warm night air.
1.4.2024
it’s quiet, but not heavy.
a clear light blue sky,
and bright airy sun ray
leans into my navy shadow room.
I part my lips to say:
“I know you are here
even if I cannot see you now.
Thank you for all you did for me.
Thank you for believing in me.
Thank you for staying with me.”
and I closed my eyes.
12.28.2023
don’t nibble on that hook
it will catch you right away
and bring you down to lower place
where you’ll have to work all day.
no way you’ll want such thing.
get out of those scenarios.
be free.
sometimes stars align
sometimes they miss each other
even though they dearly wanted to.
too bad when it does or doesn’t
we live with the consequences
no regret,
be strong.
12.21.2023
slowly, a soft and sweet foam rolls
it’s mellow to touch and dreamlike.
but what I recall in my memories:
those dust-covered, strewn-about
messiness, chaotic mess, and lump
I wonder how long the sweetness,
the softness last.
12.19.2023
what’s hidden in your heart?
surely, you won’t see what me beneath mine.
years of suffering after naive decisions
hardened my heart so much
it won’t budge to your tricks.
still, it yearns for the day
when innocence was prevalent
where trust flowed.
12.18.2023
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