A Midsummer Night's Guest

Summer guests

As if foreshadowing the full-blown monsoon season, rain guests knock on the windows all day long.

The raindrops pounding on the window seem to have forgotten something precious.

I opened the window slightly and felt the rain with my arm. Like the raindrops that quickly subsided, the fading memories awakened as if to prove my existence.

A name that I could call without a second thought just a year ago suddenly became a sin to me and weighed me down.

The name I'd forgotten amidst the repetitiveness of daily life leaves me with only pain. I usually don't even remember it, but waking up on a gloomy day like this pushes me deeper into the abyss of depression.

Please, if I could see you again, if I could see you again and smile, if you could see me again and smile... I know it's impossible, so I pray like this in my heart.