To my mute voice, to the shaky tone in my soul, and to you: None of us can be anything other than ourselves, it's a boring lie
But it's an innovative lie.
Everything is born with our birth, we are cruel because we were born with the cruel blood of our fathers in us, we are tender because the tender blood of our grandfathers runs in us
We don't stop crying because we were born crying and because the idea of leaving the warmth we lived in our mothers' bellies was cold and terrifying in which we felt greed as children, the greed of this world.
We are as we are.
The years brought out what we thought was not in us and time punished us, and our trust in eternity,
death and relationships and tragedy.
We were a very small idea since our birth, but crowded with so much in it.
I am not me
And because I am not me I am overcome by the desire to cry for a long time despite my marvelousness.
Yes, I want to cry because I do not know me
Because no one understands me and because I am a dangerous idea for those who will understand me.
Because I am everything.
Because confusion dwells in me all the time
Because I envy the birds in the sky
Because I envy those who leave running knowing what will be at the end
of the road.
I am unknown and weird as you say, can you bear that someone like me loves you?
Can you at least bear that I sleep on your chest forever?
I know it's a crazy idea but the first time I felt I belonged
in my whole life was when I met you under the lamp of your house
that was broken with your ghostly eyes and your strong spirit. And only the depth in
your soul, stole my words from me.
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I AM THE MELODY | JAKEHOON
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