So the boy sat again at the willow tree
Pondering life as a human being
"Mikrokosmos," he thought, "it just seems like the truth."
The reason the boy acted oh so aloof
"I'm in my own universe." he said out loud
Hiding in panic as he looked around
"Good, no one heard me." he assured himself
Then closing his eyes, asleep he fell
---
At four o'clock, as the moon shone down ever so brightly, Namjoon found himself once again sitting under the willow tree he had grown so fond of. It was nights like these when he questioned his existence the most, thinking of the many theories to life there were.
The theory he had debated most in his head was that of microcosm; the perception of viewing humans as their own little world. "Mikrokosmos," he thought, "it just seems like the truth." Namjoon had felt for a long time that his universe was not the same as anyone else's.
"I'm in my own universe." he said to no one in particular, before panicking and looking around to ensure no one was listening. "Good, no one heard me." he thought.
He only sat in his little world for a few more minutes before his eyes became heavy. Placing down the notebook that sat on his lap, he fell asleep, having concluded on the theory that made the most sense to him; Namjoon was his own universe, unlike any other, and no one could tell him otherwise.
