Saturday, February 22, 2014


I made polite conversation over food with the one I love. My love felt like a chore in the moment. I was unhappy. With myself, with my life.

Honestly I asked myself, "And if you were in Korea what would you be doing now?"

The same.

The same.

I hated this interminable depression. I wanted to break it over my knee and throw it into the woods; away, gone, over.

The sun rose earlier in the morning and pulled me with it, separated me more. I had accomplished nothing, yet everything seemed possible.

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