
death is insane. it's sort of just like anything else where you feel like it's going to happen, but it doesn't, and then you feel like it's going to happen, and it does. make sense?i'm trying my best to think of better and happier things. i'm on the 12th floor at the seoul u hospital looking out into this part of the city and it's fucking beautiful. it's filled with endless opportunities, things that can give life meaning, hit my soul, etc. the weather is getting hotter and more humid, everyone's hustling and bustling; in other words, it's pretty damn hectic. but i love it. and at the same time, inside the hospital a few rooms away, my grandpa is dying because of three different cancers and my whole family is just sitting and waiting. and waiting. and waiting. i hate waiting even more now. everything is so chaotic and depressing that it's almost beautiful.
so corny and shoot me if you want, but this is life.
live you. live us. live love.
getting so sick of house music but what a lush club filled with beautiful men and women.
is it possible to turn death into something beautiful, something that celebrates the life accomplishments of the most beloved, amazing, and succesful person i know? i smile, we smile together, i cry, we cry together, and that's when i know that we stand as one through thick and thin. (i love my fam and friends.) but no matter how optimistic i try to be, "death is still death" (as M.CHOI put it) and we are breaking down. down down down.