Words & Love Posted at 1:59 AM 0 comments (+)
1:37am. I really enjoy the tranquility at night.

The last few days when my parents have been out of the country, I stayed up till early morning working on some writing and it made me feel good. I like tapping away at my laptop when the rest of the world has gone to sleep and it is all quiet out, and I have soothing songs to listen to while I create words, stories and lives I wished I could live. I imagined it the way I would live if I became an author.

Sometimes I dream of the days when I will be sitting in one of the many cafes dotting the streets of Seoul, sipping on my ice coffee (I don't like hot drinks), reading a lighthearted novel, or writing about the day thus far. Later, I'd wander the streets of that foreign land, trying to speak my imperfect Korean to the locals, and we'd all end up laughing as they correct me. I'd be alone, but I'd be happy.

Some days it hurts, for no reason. But I've started to accept the pain, a void that cannot filled. I live well with it.

Sometimes I think that as long as there exist soothing ballads with meaningful lyrics, be it heart-wrenching or lovely ones, I don't need such a thing called Love.

Am I a misfit? Do I not belong?
If I am, I guess I don't really mind being one.