Mother's Day Out -by Seung B. Kim

The spoon I lifted was somewhat heavy.. I was intimidated by all
things around me because I failed to outsmart a resident lunatic in
the matters of speech. Humans around me were like Quixote's
windmills.. I drew the sword to fight windmills as though I were
Ophelia jumping off a ravine thinking it was an incredible act. The
bourgeouis class was made up of people I swore were all heros. I was
outcast and drawing out the most wicked blade in frustrated
rebellion..and to the degree i was frustrated so too was the cut
excessive in brutality.. Of course, the sake I had gave me courage..
but who finds real courage in a bottle? I doubled in a specific
person who nailed me in the morning.. Every morning thereafter I had
to stay out of bed even if it was to loiter in my house uselessly. I
looked at normal people and I received the illustration.. but when I
tried to become it as I kept the pictures of this person in my mind, I
failed to become it because it wasn't the person himself I was
doubling into how I perceived the person to be.. And the model thus
made was followed through my intense work.. although normal people do
not care of these things those who were left behind did.. to get up in
the morning as it doesn't involve a self-display reveals your true
passion for life.. the world is bigger than you.. One cannot live
stuck on the size of his brain or it easily gives evidence that one is
an idiot rotating on a mere organ.. I knew a man with the cerebral
mass the size of a cantelope rotate on this specific worry.. he was
betraying the commonsense that could have been had if he were to
stop.. like the ritual of washing hands as a means of cleansing moral
impurities. Between my lover and I, we had no secrets once we
mutually became tied to each other. And the embrace of her felt kinda
disappointing for me, but I still went on with this because it was
love.. because we made a secret world where only both of us could
share in it.. And as with friends, the desire to find gods amongst men
dwindled once I got to know the people I saw from afar.. And the heros
I met have all disappointed me at some time.. but if I faulter I asked
her.. would you open your arms for me? "Of course i would.." She
replied.. But it had limited life.. we fell apart.. there were no open
invitations for me.. but when I did find it, no longer did I hide in
the darkness.. I could finally express my childhood talent.. one that
was stuffed in the closet. To be condemned for my prodigious nature
as a comic, I had to rely on tools rather than simply to express
myself and thereby show my prodigious nature..

Mother's Day Out -by Seung B. Kim