I would love to sit in a seat
In a train to Busan.

I'd have my ear buds in
And music playing in my ear,

And when Magic Shop plays
My beating heart would calm.

I'll have a pen in my hand
And a paper on my lap,

Just writing my heart out
As I ride on that train.

I'll see a mother, her child too
I'll smile at them because they're rather cute.

I'd then start dreaming
As the trees run by.

A window is but a door
A door to an outside dimension.

I'll dream I'm asleep,
alone on the train.

My feet on its soil,
My hands in the air,
My smile spilling
My soul out there.

I'll dream I'm alone
Except me and the train
The pen and paper
Will soon call me again.

I'll sit in a chair, on a train to Busan.
However long that dream takes
It will happen, I guarantee.
This dream is too small
To not happen to me.

you're my microcosm,
my small world of dreams,
the love i never earned,
the smiles i need like water,
an ecosystem of wonder,
a factory of cloudy days,
waiting to rain crystals
and diamond droplets.

you are my microcosm,
my little world of dreams
where you and i touch with
no boundaries between us,
my microcosm, my universe
my little world of dreams.

Under the light of the moon.
You’re still a mystery to me.

And every night in my dreams I wonder
if you hear the soundtrack of my soul.
Like I hear yours.

Please know, You’re never alone.
Just continue to bloom.
As I will too.

Until then, I’ll search these
muddy waters for you.
My lotus love.

“Here, here. This way!”
A voice calls
and I follow.

i try to look for you
in the city lights
but you've disappeared
into the darkness.