I kept thinking of a Korean writer's essay "Karma" while driving all the way back to Buffalo from Cold Spring. "There was the one your heart was close to, but never see again in your lifelong even though you are longing for, There was the one you loved, but you wouldn't want to see again, it would be better if the last meeting never happened"
I was hiding my tears behind my black sunglasses and looking over him watching my car disappearing through my window mirror. And, I drove away from his small Ireland. It might be the last time to see him or it was just one of those moments that I had a feeling attached as my life goes away.
Driving for a day that seemed like testing my endurance as if being punished by my father when I was a little girl. I did not understand why I had to stand against to the wall for 2 hours in a dark, rather I was getting much more angry with my father. But, I know now what it was. It was the awakening realization for myself.
The touch of a kiss in my dream was not someone else's. It was mine as if I had one before a long time ago. It was like the one I was always longing for. The day after the dreaming, I was in a peculiar mood with an indiscernible feeling almost all day long; that feeling just drifted my unconscious space until he spoke insensitive words to me. I coudn't stop dropping my tears as I was writing back to him. I know there is no space that anyone could wedge into his heart for a long time, or it is only for me "no space"
You know how much I can laugh at you!
You know how much I can look down you!
You know how much I can talk down to you!
I am snobby as much as you are! or even more!
If the heart is not full enough of love, perception, respect and mutuality, the heart is a trash like a coca-cola can on the street that everyone kicks away as they are walking.
Everything in human being feels me emptiness too much. It doesn't really matter to me how different people are. Nothing makes me feel full enough. It's been like that for a long time. But, strangly, I have so much feeling attached images in my invisible space as memory, which was probably from one of those moments that I didn't want to care of. I think I'm still breathing. To understand is better than understood. It teaches me and rebuilds me in a reasonable way.
Tomorrow night, I'm flying to Korea about 15 hours again. This time, I will be the best aunt for my niece and nephew.
