photo by riИux. words by thedailytransit.
I used to
stare up through the skylight of
my parents’ bathroom while I
showered, mentally reconstructing
what lie beyond
the blue shower curtain.
Towel around waist, I would
step out into the hallway and be
in my very own apartment
on the crest of a modern building
in downtown Seoul.
I would take my coffee
out onto the balcony
and take in the morning of
my new life.
I could see
all the details.
Opening the door to find the same house
was always something I expected.
But it was still hard, shattering.
In the morning
I sit on the shower floor
water running over my head
in the yellow, steam-filled light
and think about all
to get there.
– this is still a draft. working out the finer details.