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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Procession

She used to ask me all the time if I was okay. As though she never knew for sure. She would ask me when she was tired or frustrated or ehen she felt helpless. She would ask me when she was afraid.

She asked me that some question, long after we stopped being lovers—when we became something less yet somehow more. Are you okay? She would whisper on the phone late at night, when her boyfriend was asleep or had gone to his mother's for the weekend. Are you okay?

She hasn't asked me in years, but I know she still thinks it. I know the question still reverberates in her mind like a broken record and she will keep loking for answers long after there is nothing left to appease her.

It was always the same question, over and over again. Like the start of a procession. And it took me years to recognize the unsaid words that marched silently behind.

Are you okay; because I love you.
Are you okay; because I need you.
Are you okay; because I don't know how to live without you.

Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.

𝘀𝗰𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘆.
On a street full of flowers, I see you, today as well Would I be able to hold this scene in me. I cradle what I feel now in a park where the morning moon has left. This song goes towards you. I hear the sound of the film reflected on the moon in the night sky. I still wonder wonder beautiful story. Still wonder wonder best part. I still wander wander next story I want to make you mine.

My heart feels sad. having missed the very scene at the very moment. I regret it and hope that the very moment comes again. Gathering the moonlight piece by piece. I will make a lighting. So, just like yesterday. please come in front of me. still wonder wonder best part. I still wander wander next story. I want to make you mine.

If you leave. Leaving your footprints behind,
I will keep their warmth
I will keep them in black and white.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤPeople change — like you have living a life in the world. there's nothing that lasts forever. Everything is just a happening that passes by. My being ordinary is rather your being special. Your being special is rather my being ordinary. My being ordinary is rather your being special. My being special is rather your being ordinary. What about it if brush past, what about it. What about it if you get hurt, what about it. Sometimes you might be in pain again. Sometimes you might get upset and shed tears. What about it if you live like that, what about it.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤA gentle breeze. One that brushes past. One that soaks to my heart. What kind of person am i? Am i a good person? or a bad person? The assessments are all different. I'm just a person too. Everyone would live on. Everyone would love. Everyone would fade away and be forgotten. people change like i have. Living a life in the world. there's nothing that lasts forever. Everything is just a happening that passes by. Mm... Why so serious? Why so serious? Why so serious? Mm... I'm so serious? I'm so serious? I'm so.. I'm so.. What about it if you brush past, what about it. What about it if you get hurt, what about it.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSometimes you might be in pain again. Sometimes you might get upset and shed tears. What about it if you live like that, what about it. Flow along the way water flows. Maybe there's somethings at the end. A special life, an ordinary life, each of them on their own. It's all good. It doesn't always go as planned. Everyone puts up with the inconvenience. The repetition of dramatic situations sometimes makes life tiring. People are like that. When it's not there, you wish it is, when it's there you wish it's not. Who said that humans are the animals of wisdom. To my eyes, it's obvious that they are the animals of regret.