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subject: its okay, we're okay
every morning, i smile to myself thinking everything's okay. i stir at my coffee, looking at the pale sky thinking, this is okay. i walked alongside the busy streets of busan, thinking its okay, that we're okay. i intoxicate my mind of you until my body itself decided to give up on me, thinking 'til the last minute that i'm okay, everything's okay. but then i realised, no matter how much i keep this mantra to myself, i can never make myself believe that nothing's wrong ㅡ that we're not okay. but you know? maybe being far from okay is okay.
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