Longing
Wednesday, August 8th, 2007Weather: Hot hot
Mood: Sensitive
Soul: Lonely
I long for a beloved, who will hold my sweating hand walking throught the scary alleys of Pusan, watching the old man with his swinging light bulp in the dark, smelling the overwhelming smell of fermeted cabbage and sweat. Talk in the dark and whisper secrets that make me vry and […]
