Mass is not proportional to volume.
That girl as small as a violet,
that girl who floats like a petal
pulls me toward her with a force
greater than the Earth’s mass.
In an instant,
like Newton’s apple,
I dropped with a thump
and rolled to her
without stopping.
Thump.
Thump.
My dizzy heart kept swinging
between Heaven and Earth –
it was my first love.
- Kim In-Yook
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
So much time spent in searching for things that didn’t satisfy you in ways you thought they would. Once I am this age, I’ll be stronger; once I have a job, I’ll have it figured out; once I am in love, I’ll be happier; once I am living in a house I like, I’ll feel like I am home. Set goals, they say. Work towards them, avoid distractions. Living is a distraction. How does one define a goal? If everything loses its beauty once it’s in one’s reach, what even remains worth working towards?
Everything that I have found worthy of living for, absolutely all of those things are ones which I cannot touch. Pride. Warmth. Duty. Gratitude. Longing. Beauty.
What is this force that pulls people to people? Destiny?
Why is mine only written in transparent ink of tears?
Why does not the sky change it’s colour as frequently as it used to? Why has it constantly been blue?
"Living is a distraction," such a beautiful, harmless, slightly provocative-sounding phrase. Such wisdom is only found in the wise, and the wise are unfortunately the most miserable. The strange thing about misery, though, is what really pulls people to people, not destiny. Les Misérables, prancing about, pushing and pulling, from and away, an inexplicable, ugly sashay that only looks good on movie screens.
You are an excellent writer. I am glad I bumbled my way into this site.