_{SEND ME A •3• AND I WILL PUT MY PLAYLIST ON SHUFFLE, WRITE DOWN THE FIRST LINE OF FIVE SONGS AND GIVE IT TO YOUR MUSE AS A POEM FROM MINE}

_{Let you go without any expression,}

_{Another day passes by like this,}

_{[And] You have the same sad face as me.}

_{I know you’re somewhere out there.}

_{[But] What is here?}

_{SEND ME A •3• AND I WILL PUT MY PLAYLIST ON SHUFFLE, WRITE DOWN THE FIRST LINE OF FIVE SONGS AND GIVE IT TO YOUR MUSE AS A POEM FROM MINE}

_{I have to tell you something,}

_{On this afternoon where the first snow is falling,}

_{I’m waking up to ash and dust.}

_{The blue ocean that the red sun used to wash its face turns black,}

 _{[And] My scrunched up feelings keep seeping out.}

_{SEND ME A •3• AND I WILL PUT MY PLAYLIST ON SHUFFLE, WRITE DOWN THE FIRST LINE OF FIVE SONGS AND GIVE IT TO YOUR MUSE AS A POEM FROM MINE}

_{Aye aye aye aye wait a minute,}

_{As if i’m your man.}

_{Hello, I know you,}

_{I’m not someone who does the typical,}

_{[But] She got that something.}

_{SEND ME A •3• AND I WILL PUT MY PLAYLIST ON SHUFFLE, WRITE DOWN THE FIRST LINE OF FIVE SONGS AND GIVE IT TO YOUR MUSE AS A POEM FROM MINE}

_{I’m forgetting you bit by bit,}

_{Well friend,}

_{One two three,}

_{Put on your war paint,}

_{[And] Don’t you look.}

_{“No one can catch us here — it’s an observatory, what do they have to steal? The telescope?” Yongguk laughs and drags the latter along, peering curiously about the many corridors that snaked through the building. If star gazing had dulled over time as a result of light pollution, then Yongguk would take risks to see the beauty of nature. “Unless we waltz in with a crane, we’ll be fine.”}

_{What had he done this time? Yongguk knew that he was a wanderer, a captive of time. He understood the fact that everything he did was wrong in one world, yet right in another. With every little motion, time would laugh, chiding at his inability to select the thread were something was accepted. Right now, he had slipped himself into the library. The day was whispering sweet nothings to the night, informing it of the earlier hours. And while Yongguk had enjoyed these tunes, he was now glancing about, searching for the origin of the voice, begging for permission to understand the new field he was in.}

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_{Waves washed upon his sandy feet as he took a small step (or maybe just a dip of his toe into the icy water); though it was Summer, this part of the beach still remained very cold. The desolate area without many people made it easier to sight see without the bitterness of the lazy human nature and their tendency to leave trash everywhere. The water remained clear and cerulean in the day, dark and deep with blues at night. He’s mesmerized, by the whispers of the sea and the whisper of his tears.} 

_{Stand upon the palest shores and the unadulterated emotions that conjured within the mind reveal themselves. Anger, frustration, joy and bitter hate lace themselves together to form a tightly packaged parcel, ready to be sent away from land. Yongguk’s gaze melts into the horizon, following the rippled path of light. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? The lack of human interaction, that is.” He mumbles these words to no one in particular — not thinking that there was anyone to listen to his ramblings to begin with. He’s meters back from the licking waves, coat pulled tightly about him and hair tousling lightly with the sea breeze.}