i feel a weight in my lungs, a pound on my chest; i can't salvage my body with only the band-aid on my head. i stare with empty eyes at beating, living hearts; in my mind's eye, i contemplate my non-moving parts. loneliness blossoms in the corners of my soul, the stars hang lonely in a blacked out Seoul. though my time is short, my night seems long. though my corporeal form stands here, my mind has gone. dreams are blank, no longer a refuge, and unreality is a mirror, a rainstorm sending me askew. each breath is a mystery, each laugh a crater in my chest, each moment i'm alive is one step closer to death.