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i'm wishing for my dreams to come true. i'm wishing so hard that my heart aches. so much so that i just wish that i never did start wishing at all. dreams slip through your fingers time and time again. it's like trying to hold water. just when you thought you've got your hands in the right position, it all flows out. and you're left with nothing once again.

there's no bubble to pop. there never was one. so even if you feel like popping one, you're at the wrong doorway. i don't blow bubbles. they're so fragile that i could cry. i don't like the thought of creating something so beautiful that i can't protect. of something that will only be broken in the end

i want the wind to blow right through me, tearing through me. i want it to remove the ache that has formed unknowingly from my grasping of wind. i want it to tear my grip away from the narrow tree trunk that i am clutching to. i don't want to touch the point where the sun's rays meet the tip of the leaves anymore. i just want to be sit on the swings at the top of the hill again. to close my eyes and not have anything weigh me down anymore. that, i want. and i hope you achieve that too.

dangshineun naneun pahboh imnida

i'll just lie in the empty field and listen to the symphony of rain. i've enough of discordant sounds.