I am from the
nature.
Surrounded by
mountains rivers and ocean.
I am from the
silent and cozy side of the
busy loud country.
Listening to the lullaby from the grass bugs.
And from the China where the cultures tickle
your senses and
4 seasons taking over you.
I am from the forward. Forward from rugby
From kick butts and to on top of the chair of victory.
Smashing my foes away who are in my way.
Too late for mercy.
I am from the bed where my brother woke me up with his
sticky fingers and complains.
My uncle bringing me some toys.
My toys creepy
crawlies which tickle me and make me life.
My toys, origami papers. Which makes
my imaginations come to reality.
Uncle Kwon’s candies and sweets make me follow him.
All the
soft and nice wishes made.
Sweet as candies and sour as plumbs.
And a question “
why is it?” flying in my head.
Everything cool and nice through the eyes of curiosity.
I am from the old photo album that are in my
bookshelves.
Old and rusty changed
throughout the warp of the time.
I am who I choose to be.
