A Spoon Of Suga

M.

"With the rise of attacks on Asians that's going on across the globe, especially with the pandemic that's going on, this subject hits home as I've got people I care about... my parents, my grandparents, my brother, cousins, aunts and uncles... and I just wish that they could live in a world where they don't have to worry about getting  hurt or even-"

Chup! I shut my laptop down as I felt my mind racing with thoughts.

Thoughts about my loved ones possibly getting beaten down when minding their own businesses terrified me.

I can't help but wonder what am I doing, sitting down, with my journal opened up to a blank page.

I only hear buzzing that will warn a boiling storm brewing, but my mind lacks a compass to direct my thoughts to words on paper.

In front of me, lies an empty page that feels more meaningful to leave blank.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but you should move around. Planting your ass on that chair will get you no where."

"Oh I can't believe how long it's been. Min Suga, what made you decide to visit?" I asked him to which he scoffs, "Atleast I'm not the one moping and soaking in despair. You look like you just came from your own funeral- tired from grief and smell like death."

"How cruel." I was about to get off my chair, to only feel my legs magically turned to jelly and I fall back on my office chair.

"Guess what?" 

"Now what? Are you going to still insult me?"

"Hey I do that because of unknown reasons."

"Then sorry. I don't got time to hear as I'm busy planning on going to my own funeral."

"Oh shit" he walks in front of me to put up his palms towards my direction in defense "I'm sorry for saying that. But will you please listen to what I've got to say."

I sighed and gave in to which he smiled of course "Soooo... there's a new event happening at the Incheon Night Club, where they're doing open mic gigs."

"I don't know. I can't sing or compose music so why would I be needed."

"Non-sense you have to be there. There will be all sorts of people that are going to be there. The club owners are looking for young and old people to take fly express themselves at the club. That doesn't entail singing but they've never restricted anyone from performing poetry.'

I bit my lip hoping that he will change the subject, "Oh fine. Listen go if you want to go. I can't force you into things you're not prepared for."

I looked down at the ground before Min Suga smiled, "Hey you, Lee Mina, don't sweat too much about it. Get yourself together smelly."

"Who you calling smelly?" I tossed my pillow at him to only see him disappear without saying goodbye.

I know he'll be back.

He always will be. 

Just like how I will always have my mind wandering about these words:

Incheon. Night. Club. Open. Mic.