Singularity

When the night has thrown me pall, I dwelt alone to this darkest wall. Whilst the world may end with fire or ice, I sit in a darkroom, growing fair flowers that set my own paradise. And you enter the room and take my flowers, my soul being abandoned on the floor should be lifted up no furthermore.

... The terror of dark is never fright, but a stapid, humanless life, who struggles to tell - I'm alive!

a poem dedicated to #kimtaehyung