Saturday, March 20, 2004
Been planning a trip to Korea in may with several good friends.
And whilst doing this, I shamelessly recall liaisons with a certain Korean boy who warmed me in the coldness of Winnipeg.
All this in a world cup year, with him cheering for his motherland, and me cheering for germany.
Now that I look back, I see that our differences started at a ball game, but they didn't end there.
I want someone with a firm grip to hold onto me, delivering me almost to the brink of suffocation.
Yet also to be willing to let go the very next minute; for doesn't distance feed the hunger for affection?
Sing a love song for a lover that does not exist.
It serves only to be an intricate distraction for the people who walk the streets in lonesome shoes.
A concoction of smiles, singing, and made-up cheer.
Now we're finally talking.
sherry @ 10:33:00 pm
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