Korea.
Oh.
Korea.
we have had some times together.
we have stayed up all night talking to each other
breathing in the night air.
we have wrestled our tongues in the moonlight
and we've emptied our stomachs onto the pavement.
lap
tops and lollipops, broken skin and medicine, digital cameras and
dancers in the dark, I have gone stark raving mad. utter confusion and
controlled chaos mixed with coconut rum and coca-cola.
it takes time to get so lost or so i keep telling myself
that i need a new watch as a reminder that
heartbreak happens on the hour.
but something inside me keeps prodding anyway,
"stay alive and you'll find out".
fititng i should get so sentimental since
i found his death to be such a waste.
for the people who knew him.
but for those who didn't
it amounted to pseudo-sainthood.
in so we can find
the phoenix of
ourselves.
to conquer our
day jobs
to touch our
erstwhile dreams.
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