축, 생일 (Happy Birthday)

By | 6 August 2011

Most of the time, ears, eyes, mouth, and nose exist as they like,
but today they come back to their own places for me.

However I’ve never learned how to arrange them.
I am becoming myself
I would like to
love myself
but from where on earth does this awkward hour come?

Gradually, I get mad at the smell of the newly-cooked rice.

My life seems to last longer than I do.

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