Eun Jung Kim

In the back of my mind, there is a corporeal sense of being totally ensconced in down softness, serenity. In cloudland, psychological stability and emotional shelter are restored through muffled empyrean languor. All the rough parts of the world metamorphose into spongy bubbles, enveloping me gingerly. With homespun clumsiness, each squishy cell is covered and grows. I become part of cell and we grow together, capriciously enclosing each other infinitely.