nothing’s bright, nothing’s dark
all my sights are in ash
my footsteps are looking for the ark
i wanna be reliable for you
for you
only you
but i can't even rely on myself
nor anybody else
now i only see brush, i cannot see line
i gave my two hands so now i’m no hands
standing alone on uncertain land
love may be a glorious hell
youth may be heaven only on the outside
still, you are 20 years old
coming out of the clouds
oh, how special of a being you will be
in this vast world?
—
Lee Seok-won, The Longest Night We’ve Had (2018)
everything seems blur
silence rushes in
tick-tock...
clock sounds louder every hour
ha...
why does every thing feel so wrong?
trying to hold on but gets burned all along
the harder i scream the more i'm wounded
is it really ending? or worse,
is this a never-ending sorrow?
someone said,
it's okay to loosen up for a moment
cry a heart out loud
let it go
let it go
should i?
do i have to?
if i let go, will i feel the happiness?