the truth is.
i don't want to see
anyone
so i sink into bedsheets
again like tea bags forgotten
and left in a cup for days
dandelion roots and honey
sweet. scented.
for some sickness.
You don't know.
You are already loved
unconditionally.
in the secret life
of walter mitty.
sean says to walter.
beautiful things don't ask for attention
sometimes i just live in the moment.
and the snow leopard remained
unphotographed
in the half life
of us that remains
i hope i live
in your periphery
unconditionally
i hope i am present &
unseen.
when the spider consumes the butterfly
and i am born again
cobwebs on bookshelves,
dust on your desk, we
accept the love we deserve
unconditionally
Joh-Jung Writes 