Tag: Hwang Insook

Don’t open up to me about how lonely you are, how burdened you are, how much you want to go crazy, how sane you are, about the bugs in your heart

Thumb, index finger, middle finger.As you stare at your three outstretched fingers,I tell you that you’re making the face of someone about to cry.Your chest is torn in sadness,and because of the brain cancer,you, my older sister’s husband, can no longer cry.Until now, on three fingers you’ve countedyour worries: a wife and two sons.You envy…