These are my personal thoughts about the world that have nothing to do with advertising. More are available on my blog.



Fog filled with breath
of last autumn leaves finding their way to the ground.
Yellow greyish charm
of a small town preparing to fall deep asleep.
Cobblestone streets
full of souls still searching for answers.

But somewhere in between there’s love
from the ones who just wish to wander.



I rolled onto the floor like a butterfly in the dark,
I was confused by the sound of music playing so loud around me.
But soon gravity took hold, and it held me down,
orbiting in circles like the craziest of them all.

The centre ring had a lot of swag,
men and boys moving smoothly like stags.
I must say the girls were not too bad either,
undoubtedly, they were all better than me.

And so I kept on rolling, really trying to find a purpose.
In my awkward movements I found nothing at all.
And I was scared I was going to knock somebody down.
or worse, be knocked down on the ground myself.

In the end, there was nothing I could do but hope for the best,
that the illusive longing for repetition would eventually come to me.
I left the place with quite a lot in my head.
It’s been a survival lesson, this trip of mind.



The end of the night comes when I’m most awake.
In this empty space there’s not much to mourn about.
The sound of life returns in between my transition.
And I know that leaving will not seem like leaving at all.

But time still flows while people wait for their turn –
quite a bizarre trick nature has decided to play on us.
So here I am, chatting away this long oblivion.
Seoul morning welcomes and says goodbye all the same.



Long way down,
where the horizon kisses the sky,
I will wait for you
to make sense of my restless mind.
And the sleepless nights –
they will be a distant memory.
I know you’re good
for here eternity ain’t far away.

Swirling clouds –
a quite moment before the storm.
A song of life
completed by the sound of rain drops.
The loneliness
I’ve always felt will be a memory.
For you are here,
and my eternity ain’t far away.

And so it goes –
my last moment on this Earth.
A thing of beauty
only you and I would ever know.
I won’t forget
cause time will soon stop running out.
You smile quietly
for here eternity ain’t far away.
I know you’re good
for here eternity ain’t far away.



Boxed up, let’s go!
Memories flow, sure you should know.
Tiniest things, let go.
Running in circles, time to break free.
Picture your life
full of mundane, yet the smallest fragments –
they all make sense.

Self-doubt, regrets –
no time at all, just feel the flow.
Changes are strange,
yet the constant can make you numb.
Imagine how
you’d carry on, but long for the moments
of pure insanity.

Reality bites, I know.
It’s never easy just to let go.
No wasted time was spent,
not even now, not even then.
Your box is full,
but time still flows, and the smallest moments –
they’ll all make sense.



A stranger in the room, a battling fool
handicapped in the gloom of his own existence,
denied the tools to leap beyond his own perception,
just bullish charms to sustain unwanted desires,
falling down like a soldier marching on the front line.

A looker on the street, perving at happiness,
seeking lies to satisfy his never ending tortures,
making fun of his very own masochistic nature,
walking home alone to the bed overlaid with rose petals,
pretending life will never drain him of his conscience.

A bird in the sky, finally out at night,
chasing the freedom that never existed on the ground,
fearless and kind like it has never been before,
heading to the land with spires piercing high,
forgetting the days it feared it couldn’t leave behind.



Don’t feel the blue just because it’s what you feel.
Come sing a song for the ones you’re missing much.
And before you know tomorrow is already near,
bringing you that much closer to the faces you miss.

Don’t seek loneliness if it feels like what you need.
It’s a lot easier to join a party and dance all night long.
Cause parties are for the ones with lonely hearts,
finding each other when they are all missing home.

Don’t get trapped in thoughts for they’ll never end.
Just float along and maybe you’ll find them not so bad.
It’s okay to be missing home when you are this far.
But buddy, just know that home will always be in you.



I never wanted to change, but I changed anyway.
I never wanted to fall, but I fell anyway.
It happened when no one saw, even I did not know.
But here I stand, hopefully a better man.

I never wanted to love, but I loved anyway.
I never wanted to cry, but I cried anyway.
Then I learnt to fall out of love with beautiful lies.
And here I am, ready to love once again.

I never wanted passion, but passion still found me.
I never wanted the truth, but it’s hard to ignore.
It’s all about acceptance, even just for myself.
Guess I’m lucky to have found my own way.

That’s seven years of never have I ever,
the game I’ve always hated to play.
But I will definitely never say never
because of all I have been through.
And now I’m left with my own audience,
looking for a meaning in pure emotions.

I never wanted to leave, but I am leaving now.
I never wanted reasons, but one is needed now.
The past will always question, often with no answers.
But here I stand, hopefully a better man.



Tonight I made peace with being.
Stopped questioning the past
and worrying about what lies ahead,
even if just for a while.

Tonight I drove home in the dark,
and nothing was clear in my mind.
Yet darkness felt calmingly good
for the first time in my life.

Tonight I accepted life
with no grudge or prayer for more,
fully aware nothing is perfect.
Still, it felt good standing still.

Tonight I was free again,
and living didn’t seem like a drag.
Took a break from moving forward
to enjoy the wonders of being.

Tomorrow things are gonna change.
The end of the beginning of the end.
Convoluted web of expectations,
but tonight I made peace with being.