3:00 a.m.
MYG 💙
Yoongi I don't get it
I've been thinking and it's not adding up
But it's making perfect sense
Taehyung, he always leaves and comes back and leaves and comes back
He's like flowers. Biennial I think?
No, perennial
He's perennial
We're going through a hard winter it seems like all our flowers are dead I try my best to water and water and breathe life into what's left of us but I guess we can't be helped. It's just not that time of year.
I have problems coming to grips with that for some reason
As if I don't know he'll be back next spring but
I don't know if I even want things to grow back. It might just be habit or muscle memory or Stockholm. Feels that way sometimes
He's all I've ever known. He's my first love. It always hurts when he leaves. It's always like the first time
But I've been thinking you know. Maybe he's not who I am anymore. I'm not sure if perennial is what I want anymore. So why do I still try? I wake up some days and feel like my body is piloting itself while I just watch from the outside. And that means I spend most of my days lying to myself.
And that myself and me are two different people. I can't even tell where they stop being the same thing
Do you know what that feels like?
To be Borges and I
I love modernism. I love Borges.
I used to teach him as a graduate student to undergrads
Creative Writing II
You would have been a shit student
Did I ever tell you I know Haruki Murakami?
4:14 a.m.
You should read it sometime
Borges y yo
4:27 a.m.
And who the fuck is he anyway?
Not Borges. He's a king.
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daybreak | yoonmin
Fanfictionso it begins at dawn. first, perfectly aligned windows. next, perfectly aligned stars.