Hong Kong feels different every time I come back. Maybe wandering through streets I’ll never walk in. If you see me looking lost behind these glasses, don't worry. I’m just trying to memorize the view before we have to leave again.
I wonder if you guys look at the same moon I’m seeing right now. It’s a cliché thought, I know. But when the distance feels massive and the schedule keeps us apart, it’s a nice little lie to tell myself, that we’re all just under the same sky, waiting for the next time we meet.
‘...for beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure and it amazes us so, because it serenely disdains to destroy us.’ — Rilke.
They say ‘trust the process,’ but they don’t tell you the process is mostly staring at a monitor until your eyes burn. The truth is, creating something from nothing is terrifying. Every beat, every lyric is a choice to reveal a part of yourself you usually keep hidden.
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