Y O N G K A N G

opportunities are open.

to give all your sight is to give all the beauty

As if the sun could light what you’ve done in winter. Your tears are frozen in the time I wish for back. And as if the sun could melt the memories. I beg, soon, you see the truth one warm summer afternoon, and send little whispers in the wind. Hopefully, they will find me where I sleep, dream, and wait for you to finally speak to me. 

happy little girl in her own lost world.

I never cried the rain was supposed to carry my tears to where you slept at night. showing you my sadness can water your flowers. But here the clouds roam Below my head, but above my breath where my tears made puddles full of reflections of nothingness, loneliness. I just have to ask do you suffer too?

In seven days God created Earth. After seven days I was left crying in the streets.

Winter has long ended, but isolation still manifested its way into these long summer days. Down the streets people are outside smiling and laughing, surely happy. But in those times I get cold flashes, and I become a person who I’ve tried to bury six feet within my mind.

someone other than me.

me: wELL FUCK