My thoughts run faster than my speech—

And there are cold shoulders everywhere.

A penny for your thoughts?

I’d speak for free.

If I learned their language, I could be heard.

I could turn a blind eye,

To what is really happening here.

It would be easy, but

The words would taste of hypocrisy.

Wherever I go, there will be

More many languages to learn.

I’d rather continue talking to

Cold shoulders, than learn a speech

That wasn’t my own.  

-ML

passion.

seoul: shopping, food, cold.

family, by far the best part about my trip to the philippines.

mount pinatubo.

morning routine: coffee+pandesal+Kafka on the Shore. “It’s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.”