On the need to hear that certain someone call out your names, and this is, codependence, it’s not good! The column by Jimmi Liao, translated…
The wind blew by, the ears, floating along
The wind stopped, the ears hung down low.
The ears floated at the lobes, where’s the wind?
the artwork of Jimmi Liao, courtesy of UDN.com
Who cares where the wind comes from,
All I care about are the breaths of love
You’d called out to me, my ears floated up
You fell silent, my ears, drooped too
And so, this speaks, of that longing, for someone, or it can be interpreted becoming codependent on the love you feel for that certain someone, which isn’t good, I mean, think about it, if your ups and down is solely reliant off of someone else’s calling out to you, wouldn’t that be, too sad???