Jiwoo Kim

We put red roses out for your heavenly birthday. / Remembering life to forget death; so many seasons have passed since your death anniversary. / In our minds we plant a flower field — we still grow in your love.

We are so used to this pressured desire to be happy that we don’t realize how we often view our negative emotions as invalid, shameful or wrong. 

I go home every weekend. I get why this can be seen as unusual, weird even. Just because I understand the criticism, though, doesn’t mean I agree with it.