Thursday, January 3, 2008

Lifetime.



Before the city goes to darkness, we might have only 15 or 20minutes to keep the one little peace. At that moment, there is no siren, no hooker, no drug dealer. Tears of clouds are drawing the feather shaped skyline, and skyscrapers are reflexing the gold sunshine to spread to the last blue daylight.
Momma sing a song in the kitchen, Poppa ride his wheel to back home.
then, I miss my home in Seoul.

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