Some days I get a strange ache in my bones.
It's as if there's misalignment of my joints, nerves, skin;
Like restlessness, disappointment, frustration, exhaustion, all
Rolled into one little knot -
Too small to pinpoint, yet too persistent to ignore;
Tugging at the corners of my mind.
Just teasing, like wind in hair, smell on fingertips.
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I was once given a pink notebook.
A pink notebook that came from Seoul.
It was kept away for a long time;
Along with the crazy number of notebooks I'd been given.
I've started writing in it, filling the pages
With things I saw in Seoul,
Funny that things always come full circle.
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Everytime panic starts to defeat calm
I find myself completely reactive.
Fears hyperbolised, relief displaced
Centuries away, seemingly.
Terrified of inertia
As if there isn't a choice.
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When is a choice a right one?
Weigh your pros vs. cons, they always tell you.
How do you quantify each pro, each con, factor, reason;
Pit need against want.
How do you know opportunity cost, if you've never taken the chance?
Walk the line, and see how far you go.
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