December 15, 1922
Saturday, 10:10 pm
Dear diary,
Days seem longer when there is no one to talk to. Questions keep spiraling. All I can think of now is what Taehung is thinking. He appears occupied with his book, I am certain he is writing a poem, the noise of scratches and strikes had me curious on what that could be. There is a glimmer in his eyes when he talks about art pieces. Maybe poetry is his safe place, wonder if that is what he wanted to do. There is not the slightest trace of doubt in me that he would have been phenomenal. I wish to talk just about anything but what happened. Silence is getting simply suffocating.
Night
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