SpeakKhody

Being out on your own, more then 5000 miles away from home, is a little bit frightening. I don't know the language, I often find myself laughing at the barrier between myself and others. I was standing in an elevator the other day with 20 Koreans, and I look to one and say "You know, I never really liked you" He looks back to me and smiles. I just smiled back and found my way off the elevator on the next floor. The buildings are high and close, the people, all with destinations in their head, unaware of the beautiful skyline they live under. And then theres the problems back home constantly on my mind, family separated, friends moving and a

So I'm in Korea for the next year. That's about it.

Am I dying?  I don't know if it's dying, depression, insomnia, insanity, nostalgia or something altogether different..... But I'm stuck. Like in some kind of mental prison. Lying on my back, too careful to surrender anything. Behind the bars, scheming my escape. But that's it, I never get out, I just lurk behind these troubled walls, wicked as they are. A cell of my own design where neither time nor hope moves. If I could find my heart, I would smash it until it was beating.  It's not easy, to keep around the noise. The voices of my scars... Always screaming.  Nothing keeps my attention for too long or nothing stays long enough to gain