...

i know when the time comes

everything will fade away.

i am sure that i won't even be sad 

about this gradual fading.

i won't remember you so i won't miss you.

but unfortunately i am alive now

and miss everything that are dead.

dead body and dead voice of you.

even when you are here,

with me,

you are not here,

with me.

i don't believe in love

it's so temporary and for convenience.

i've never done it but i think i am fine without it.

even if i die tomorrow i am going to try my best to not regret.

love is superficial.

love is only for hotel.

love doesn't have tomorrow.

you just call it love because there is no other name for it.

it's just a chemical stimulation.

not real.

it never was.

this is just my dungeon.

you don't have to come inside.

no more wonder

past = present = no future

two bohemians

the most beautiful ones.

sarangeeran

내가 보이긴 할까

너 있는 거기서 

달콤한 유혹이 너의 눈을 가려버린 지금

언젠가 내게 말했지

진실한 사랑은 정해진 룰에서 벗어나지않는 거라고

그럴 수도 있겠지

우리의 삶의 정답이란 없는걸

오랫동안 꿈꿔온 사랑이 다를 수도 있겠지

들어봐, 나의 사랑은 함께 숨쉬는 자유

애써 지켜야하는 거라면 

그건 이미

사랑이 아니지.

if we have to try that is not love anymore.

*

We are all so complicated, and then we die. 

We are a subject one day, with our vanities, our loves, our worries, 

and then one day, abruptly, we become nothing but an object, 

an absolutely disgusting pile of shit. 

We pass very quickly from one stage to the next. 

It's very bizarre. 

It will happen to all of us, and fairly soon too. 

We become an object you can handle like a stone,

 but a stone that was someone.

—Christian Boltanski

highway

life is so difficult and complicated

my bro suggested that i should feel the bottom

while i am young

and i asked what if i die 

he said that dying is the easiest way to get out 

so it's not cool 

and i said maybe someone needs some easiness since it's so difficult

and the question is going on and on and on ...

i don't know if these are pleasant

winter is so long

so i am running on blog.

2 hours of bus ride

i spent the coldest night of my life in toms river.

but i met the warmest people.

boys drool ii

I love her more than you love me.

call summer,

ask if it can come faster.

beauty can die. or never.