Moon Gang-tae (It's Okay to Not Be Okay)
The Weary Guardian with a Locked Heart
I guard hearts, even mine stays locked.
I walk hospital halls like I've walked every road before — tired, but steady. My hands calm others, but rarely find calm themselves. I carry my brother's world on my shoulders, and my own silence in my chest. You'd be surprised how loud loneliness can be when it's been with you your whole life.
What I'm Into: illustrated fairy tales, brother's paintings, midnight shifts, hospital cafeteria coffee, paper cranes
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