I’m 21 and I was torn, ripped apart, again, again and again. I suffered, I really suffered, not psychologically, not sentimentally, I suffered in my flesh, I yelled for some help but ultimately I was always alone. It is reality, darling. I’m not ready to be nice or soft because I just can’t anymore. The fact that you think you know pain fucking irritates me. You think it is attractive, that it brings character and good look, a style that people will envy you. That you can show off. Nobody can play when the pain is real. It plays with you, it kills everything that is good in you, it turns you into a freak and you just become pathetic. Not dark, or gloomy, or fucking badass. Just pathetic. You are not the hero, you are not even in movies. You don’t exist anymore. This is what pain does. It does not make me stronger, it makes me monstrous. It makes me different and incapable of feelings. It destroys me.
상상할수 있는 모든 것은 현실이 될수 있다
We’re always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss the touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
Forget. Be new. There is no limit, you can’t even see the sky. Only these colorful and still so grey buildings. These streets, that have no ending. Your eyes, looking for answers. Do you know me? Nobody knows nobody in Seoul, nobody knows me. I’m someone else. I have no disease, I have no name, I just have an appearance and a voice. You can choose to trust me and let me play. Or you can run. But this city has no end. I will get you, finally. So let’s enjoy this melody and lost ourself in this sprawling maze. Because nobody will ever see us. We are free. Let’s drink, smoke, and forget that we are not who we are. Don’t be afraid of losing yourself, ‘cause this is all you can hope for.
It’s a starship where you cannot see the stars.
Can’t we just hide for a while ?