Empathetic Soul
They say a great soul serves everyone all the time, but maybe that’s why everyone thought you were fine. I have resigned to this painful gaping hole that can only be patched up by your empathetic soul. This twisted fuckin’ irony exacerbates the guilt and anger boilin’ inside of me. It’s gonna be hard but rather than focusing on your tumultuous strife, I’ll strive to celebrate your luminous life.
Never had I imagined that I’d ever be sittin’ in my room with all the lights off, writing eulogical lyrics for my own little brother. I appreciated how much closer we had gotten over the years. Reading our long ass Whatsapp chat logs have kept me up all night. Didn’t know shooting the shit with you would turn into so much pain though. The pain torments me, especially at night. I’m fine one day, the next day I’m not. Denial, acknowledgement, denial, acknowledgement, denial acknowledgement. I know that grief is not something that is meant to be overcome and that it would be a part of me forever. I regret not being proactive enough. You’re fine you’re killin’ it bro. but did I ever even buy a single Eufi though? Peter I’m sorry. Despite being three years your hyung I had a shitload to learn from you. Your compassion, your empathy, your ability to resonate with anyone you were with. My little brother. Peter Woo u had so much 끼 in you. You were able to make others laugh at the drop of a hat, cry in a movie, sing Bruno Mars effortlessly and party all night long. Your humongous smile would light up the whole room. Your hysterical laughter would drown out all the misery in the world. Still cant believe you’re gone.
They say a great soul serves everyone all the time, but maybe that’s why everyone thought you were fine. I have resigned to this painful gaping hole that can only be patched up by your empathetic soul. This twisted fuckin’ irony exacerbates the guilt and anger boilin’ inside of me. It’s gonna be hard but rather than focusing on your tumultuous strife, I’ll strive to celebrate your luminous life.
Remember our little talk back in the day? You, me, Mikey all suited up in Eufi in our forties maybe Mikey still in his thirties. I bring my VIPs on a Friday night to the best table at one of your restaurants in your hotel. Mikey sings his grand opera and the fine wining and dining continue as we all get paid and be successful in our respective professions. You get nominated for three Michelin stars and at the event you gladly show up. Luckily there are three representatives that present you one star each. Perfect, you think, since you have a star to shove up each and every one of their asses. You hated that shit. Elitist pompous biased fuckers serving their own agenda you would say. That was the type of guy you were, didn’t give a fuck about what anybody else thought. It’s fun conjuring up these awesome what if scenarios until you realize that this will never become a reality anymore.
