diary

xviii

. . . . .

"youngjae!" i swore i heard someone yell my name

"hey" he tapped my shoulder gently, and gosh where is my shame

"you do not seem alright"

said a man, quite tall, whose feline looking eyes dazzled under the streetlight

my eyes could see no more

limbs are drooping whilst a sudden pain shoots to my core

however if i could just put the pieces together,

then i would be able to remember that certain encounter

. . . . .

guessing it was on the thirty first of January

when i took an exam and was enrolled to secondary

to a place where the heart of korea meets its soul

that officially is the special city called seoul

nonchalantly diverting my attention to the campus' music room

quite expansive, i pressume

a grand piano was sitting on the big stage

while a dark red curtain dangles on the window, putting up a grandeur image

flashing and clicking sounds starts to fill the room

as students of different level enter and "damn, for school paper i assume"

i turned around a bit surprised by the blinding white flash coming from the camera

and there he was found, a song who portrays a memoir of a thousand genre

. . . . .