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dear jiyun,


the sun is rising
slowly
but steadily

peeking from the rooftops
coyly heading
to its place in the sky

as the early morning
breeze
is stiring the curtains
in the bedroom.

I don't like this time
of the day
anymore,

it's painful

but I cannot
sleep for more
than a couple of hours

and being awake
I'm forced
to
experience this
inevitably.

browsing over the
open window,
looking at all those people
passing by

some rushing to their jobs,

some returning home
after partying,

some wandering in
the streets
having nowhere to go,

so many stories to be told
by each one,

and again I'm asking
myself
what is your story

how your life must be;

absolutely ignoramus
my mind
keeps guessing how
you wake up, how you are
feeling at that time

who is beside you
and
if you eat well

what goes through your head
every moment,

what demons are storming
inside of you,
and which one is winning.

will you fall?
will you rise?
do you even want to
go on anymore?

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