'tear' Namjoon's Notes °17 December Year 21°

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Year 21
17 December
(Part 1)

Waiting for the bus, the people around me rubbed
their hands together to try and warm them up
as a cold breeze brushed their cold fingers.

I tightened my grip on my backpack's
straps and looked down at the ground.
I tried to avoid making eye contact
with those around me.
This was a country town.
Only two buses came past every day.

The first bus started to come into view.

I followed everyone onto the bus,
not bothering to look back.

When you're desperate enough for something...
where you can almost place it in your palms...
when all you can do is escape...
take the bus and get out.
And don't turn back.

If I turned back, all the effort I'd
put in would be in vain.
To turn back:
To be suspicious
To yearn to give up
To be afraid

I had to overcome these doubts
in order to escape.

The bus departed.
I had no plans after I'd escaped.
I wasn't so desperate to chase after
what I wanted just yet.

I just wanted to run away.
I didn't have a goal driving me forward after that.

Mom's tired gaze.
My troubled sibling.
My dad getting sick.
Our family was getting harder to
be around with as every day passed.

Our family emphasized peace and sacrifice.
We stayed unknowing and tired to get used to carrying on.
We tired to get used to poverty.

Is poverty a sin?
Nobody would dare say it is.

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