Parenting

I sometimes imagine what it would be like to have myself as a kid;
a young kid, who depends on me,
who asks me for stuffs that I don’t want to buy,
and who rebels against what I believe in.
maybe I’ll get upset,
maybe I’ll try to persuade the kid,
or maybe I’ll try to manipulate the kid.
so when I see my own parent
be so real with me,
be so honest with me,
and be so pure-minded with me,
my fists melt in gratitude,
my head bows in humbleness,
and my heart swells in love.
It is true:
I am grateful for my parents.

6.17.2022

Scene 1

가을의 향기가 났다.
돈은 한푼 없고 쓸데없이
고급진 커피향에 찌든 어느날
내 검은 자켓 소매를 붙잡히고
클래식한 붉은 벽돌의 한 동내의
눈부신 노을과 반항기의 장난들
멋도 모르고 마냥 좋았던 미소
고요한 순간 느끼던 그림자의 존재함
지금은 꿈과 같은 그 순간이
잠시 코끝을 스쳐갔다.

there was a scent of the autumn
a penniless, pitifully soaked in luxurious
coffee aroma, that one day
dragged by the sleeve of my black jacket
that classic brown bricked street’s
blinding sunset and a little rebel’s tricks
smiles that I cluelessly loved so much
presence of shadow sensed in silence
those moments that now feel like a dream
momentarily breezed by under my nose.

4.18.2022

Dream

some say, “don’t think about the past”
“you’ll blind yourself to its light
and won’t take a step towards future”
but I’d say, “sing the past”
“sing of its youth, the beauty, the joy,
the tears, the smiles, and the light”


for if you sing enough of its love,
maybe you will move on
maybe you will evolve
maybe you will love again

so, sing the past
embrace the love it sends
spread the love it gifted you

4.16.2022