earth to han jisung, earth to han jisung?
How was it, when you first landed on planet Earth? I hope the wounds and scars didn’t leave any marks on your skin (or your heart, although it’s impossible — humans are made up of nasty wounds and burned scars).
Wasn’t the journey exhausting? I wish you know that the blood, sweat, and tears you shed along the way have bloomed a myriad of flower petals in every shape and form imaginable (ones that whisper the words you write on a silent night, ones with slurred pronunciations but so many emotions, ones with tears in their eyes but comforted at heart).
Isn’t the world heavy, and will only get heavier in the future? You’ve been called many names, with a number of faces, and a lot of things to hold onto. Like the moniker and meaning behind, sometimes you get lost too — confused, upset, can’t believe that this too, happened to you (hang in there, hang in there — for I will hold your hand and maybe we’ll get lost together — maybe it will be less scary, maybe it will be less lonely).
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But for tonight — happy birthday, Han Jisung.
You are a miracle that happened only once in a lifetime. For things you have done and will do in the future, I wish it brings simple (and vast) happiness to you. I wish for more good things to happen between the fleeting despair, so you will recall more happy moments than sad ones. I wish the visiting guest will stay a bit longer every time it came by. I wish you love in the shapes and forms both you recognized and never experienced before, and I wish you warmth from the beginning of autumn, all the way to the chilling winter, vibrant spring, and burning summer.
P.S.: I’ll be your fellow alien — let’s wander around the milky way together.
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Originally published: September 14th, 2022
