I wanted to ask the universe
They still think I laugh
I am like Alice, and this rite of passage has been my twisted kind of Wonderland.
remember why they say that friends and lovers are like clouds
The world and seasons change
times also followed suit, and so are we
for when I wake up tomorrow I will face the day like anybody else
I could write about blue skies, getting palpitations when drinking coffee, or even gushing over Korean stars, but I couldn't.