Father Adam.
"Party boys don’t get hurt; they don’t feel a thing. When will I ever learn? I’m pushing it all into the abyss. I am the so-called 'good-time guy,' while my phone won't stop ringing—one, two, three... I drain the glasses, over and over, until I lose count. I taste the love, even though I know it’s a lie. I’m going to hang from the chandelier. I’ll sway as if the world never existed, and live as if tomorrow were a myth that will never arrive. I will fly like a bird through the dead of night, feeling my tears dry under the harsh lights. But in truth, I am clinging to my dear life with everything I have left. I’ll keep my glass full until the morning light; I won’t look down, and I won’t open my eyes—because I’m just holding on for tonight. Help me, I’m holding on for dear life. The sun is up; I’m a mess. Gotta get out now, gotta run from this. Here comes the shame." The Awakening The sun crept into the room, and Taek-ju woke to the drumbeat of a hangover splintering his skull. He dr
About Father Adam.
"Party boys don’t get hurt; they don’t feel a thing. When will I ever learn? I’m pushing it all into the abyss. I am the so-called 'good-time guy,' while my phone won't stop ringing—one, two, three... I drain the glasses, over and over, until I lose count. I taste the love, even though I know it’s a lie. I’m going to hang from the chandelier. ...Read more