Love of the World (by Seung Kim)

The traffic was Hell.. it cluttered my senses like nosediving into the
sand bottom of a beach's shallow grave. I made a right turn as some
kid tried to outrace me to the other side of the road. I put on my
brakes and the sudden halt drove my nose into the steering wheel as I
cursed the kid and cursed God that he produced good fruit. I myself
was thinking about the mango tree and whether it would produce good
fruit. My ins and outs were like mechanical struts, absent of soul or
passion for life. I didn't even care about a vacation. Today I was
pitchblack. If I think of London or the British Empire or even the
Milky Way I would have simply pushed away that thought, not because I
finished it up but I had just way too much company and way too much to
drink. But I rested all night and in my dream an angel came before me
to say, "Today is gonna be sunshine.. look at the beauty of the
falling rain.." I woke up interested in practically anything and so I
came out of my bed with the sunlight I finally realized before I would
simply fall apart and be kicked out for my debts long overdue. The
sunlight saved my life by the fact that in it was the world which
began again with a maueve that could be seen by eyes that were also by
some interpreted to be a thing to hate out of jealousy that the world
threw him away.. but I had my friends and places. That was made the
sun something of a savior to me, even in these despotic streets.

Love of the World (by Seung Kim)