When I came back from study, from a beautiful city of night (with a clouded half moon), from sadness of regreting not loving enough people from my past, because of my stupidity,
Chrysothamnus Tea was waiting for me...
Tea came from Korea, directly from my Buddhist monk cousin.
I smelled saltiness. I smelled the earth. I smelled death (because chrysothamnus is a flower that you offer to the dead in Korea.)
And I cried, because it was so rightly soothing for this moment.
Green tea would been so harsh for me. Hot chocolate would been so illusionary fro me.
I was humming a Brazilian singer's song. A very happy Bossa Nova. Then, it made me sad. Because I was reminded of all the people I didn't love enough. Especially, Hiro. I don't feel guilty anymore. But, I feel very sad. I hope all of them are happy.
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