Wind

Wind

Alex Java Jehovah Kim

Whatever it is, it is not my business.

Whoever that is, that is not my type.

Whenever it is, it is not my timing.

I don’t care that I’m alone.

I don’t care that I’m not serious.

I don’t care that the sunshines of others.

We go anyway.

We live anyway.

We pass out anyway.

He is crucified lonelily.

He is risen in the day.

He is within me.

My life is wind.

There is always hurricanes.

My hands are empty but powerful.

We will see.

We will laugh.

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