tuesday.

when i left, there was no one there to tell me goodbye.
and when i returned, no one was there waiting for me.

hey fresh eyes.

Seoul, S. Korea.

It was his cab eyes and the pink wire across the floor.
The cute couple on the subway.
Chinese writing on the window-but it was Korean really. Korean writing, ya know?
It was a weird backseat and I just can’t believe he stopped so suddenly.
you were love-sick. but for who? for what?
out of sight. out of mind.
but that’s just not true at all.
it was freezing cold and i was listened to some british pop.
the words were all wrong. all wrong. so i smiled.
“love comes softly” you would say-and i just hated how that sounded…but I also secretly loved it.

hey, fresh eyes.

it’s the first day of spring baby!

Iva, SC

Sitting in the sun with a good read will ALWAYS sound good to me.

after all.

Seoul, S. Korea
February 2010

There is a good story to this one. But I keep typing it out only to then backspace.
It’s not as good as real life. It never is.
Just know, he was singing Oasis.

Saving Some Daylight.

Ava Grace.

You are the prettiest girl in the whole world… and you don’t even have hair yet!

I’m Sorry Ryan.

That must have been terribly disappointing for you.

Also, Hi.

split decisions.

Seoul, S. Korea

I guess those black thick-rimmed glasses are bff with cigarettes.
I guess we will never again be as young as we are this very second.
I guess I should’ve called my bank before leaving the country.
I guess this is where your path led.
I guess sometimes you don’t understand what your own heart is saying to you.
I guess He’s full of love.

lost?

Me too, lady. Me too.

Gwangju, South Korea.