The aftermath from watching a hilarious yet sweet korean movie and remembering what it feels like to want to possess and to belong.

photo by hana**

I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone

enough

to truly consecrate the hour.

I am much too small in this world, yet not small

enough

to be to you just object and thing,

dark and smart.

I want my free will and want it accompanying

the path which leads to action;

and want during times that beg questions,

where something is up

to be among those in the know,

or else be alone.

I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,

never be blind or too old

to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.

I want to unfold

Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;

for there I would be dishonest, untrue.

I want my conscience to be

true before you;

want to describe myself like a picture I observed

for a long time, one close up.

like a new word I learned and embraced

like the everday jug,

like my mother's face

like a ship that carried me along

through the deadliest storm

Rainer Maria Rilke-- I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone