This is a poem I wrote about how I've felt since I got here. It's outside of my normal posts, thus the non-alphabet related title.
Jet Lagged
Stock-still the heart beat,
Rapid the surrounding world,
Moment becomes eternity,
Instant stretches for days.
Last year, time was this-
A curry and comfort, a kiss-
None starting or ending,
One long, slow blending.
Now, it's a Korean taxi ride,
Don't know I'm still breathing
Until the halt, lurching
Me into the littered streets, bruised.
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