This is for jy.
All at once
Your city crumbles like Babylon
Even the gardens you’ve been hangin’ on
Disappear before your eyes
Take your time,
Let the words sink in before you say
Heaven knows we all get lost sometimes
You will find your way back
I tried to think of the last time I lost somebody – how much it hurt, how unhappy I was, how the stars were plucked one by one from the sky. It’s like when Sam Dong asked “Why is it so dark in Seoul?” He looks for hope in the inky black sky, but gets no answer.
You let your guard down and feel stupid
You wish you never would have trusted
Your heart in someone else’s hands
But it’s all okay
I think you may have made the best mistake
I think we’re made to give ourselves away
Cause there’s no other way to live
The art of losing isn’t hard to master: so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Losing your watch, losing your keys, losing the person you love – the mistake seems to lie in even thinking that anything on this earth is yours. That our lives, a mere clock cycle, are long enough for us to establish a semblance of ownership or control.
Rather, instead of amassing posessions, affections, persons, for yourself, live with the object of being all things to all people. Give of yourself unreservedly and without expectation.
Do Min Joon once told Cheon Song Yi the secret to not getting hurt by people: “Don’t give or take anything. Don’t expect anything either. Then, you won’t be disappointed or hurt.”
I’ll be the first to say that that’s no way to live.
I wish that I had your thin skin
I wish that I could let the love right in
Maybe I’d rather feel the pain
Cause freedom is
A naked heart that always dares to give
A willingness to let the tenderness
Be taken as it may
Embrace pain. Embrace heartbreak. The span of a human life is not long enough for a person to grow up as it is.