"The candleIt's fire was swaying gracefullyAs if dancing into a songHot and burning with passionYet got swallowed by the darkness hugging itAnd so she becameNothing"When a simple girl can't fall asleep, she just stares at the sky and let her mind do its nightly shift
"The fault in our stars much, huh?", Jisung would say with a chuckle on his lips when he watched Chan do it for the first time, almost mocking him for it. But Chan didn't take it as mocking. He just smiled and took the cigarette out of his mouth, rolling it between his fingers a little before he decided to speak up."Augustus used it as a meatphor, right? The cigarette could kill him, but only if he gave it the power to do so, right? You see, being with you is like that metaphor. You are the cigarette and...let's say someone else, someone better than me, is the lighter. If the lighter lights the cigarette it would kill me."So if someone else took Jisung away from him he would die.OrChan doesn't have the guts to read Jisung's suicide letter, even after four years have passed, and it's keeping him from letting go of everything and moving on. But Felix is there to help him.
For the lost souls who constantly find themselves reeling in the " why? " of the happenings , who feel a little too much , who feel like the world is a little too harsh on them , I hope you find solace and belonging when you read these revelations and realisations. After several drafts and errors , i penned this world for myself , this is a world where it all makes sense for me , a world where i understand myself . When you feel lonely and lost , dive into this world of drafts , feel it and see if you can find yourself in here , afterall i am just another lost soul like you . 🖤
poetry, late night thoughts and spare memories.▪¿trigger warning?▪-♡ new cover!! ♡-