Davichi – This Love

  I start my day listening to this. Whether it’s sunshine or rain, whether I’m happy or sad. My eyes tell the story everyday. It expresses what’s in my heart as I face life daily. It’s hurting like skin burning but it’s not a surrender for me. I whisper to myself everyday, calmly look at it,…

Guilty thoughts of a Mom

You were trying to be independent. Not because you feel you’re big enough. But because you feel unattended. You were doing homeworks all by yourself. You don’t have a mom to talk to with stuffs you like and dislike. Oh my son, I’m sorry for not able to give enough time. Not because I neglect…

Soup No. 8

This bowl of soup we shared on a cold night. The only witness to our fight. The soup that’s patiently boiled in medium heat. Like my heart enduringly waiting to calm its every beat. Soup No. 8 The only spectator to that love hate.   ©KazeLeeG. Photo Credit: To its rightful owner