prism [ kim s.j ] ( fin )

† 31

i wish it was benign,

i wish to be true.

in the midst on my night,

sun cracked out of the blue.

you were my passion,

i can see black from white.

you were my reason to

lose sleep every night.

art littered because of you

.. ~.

"what's this?"

"a brain fart."

she crumpled the paper to the bin.

"your hands are rough." jin noticed, pinning her back from escaping his questions. "and where's your book? you haven't finished that one page with the hands."

"i have a lot more things to worry about than those."

"where are you going? it's lunch."

"i'm not hungry."

jin became annoyed, her retreating figure sharp and bold in her actions.

it was his turn to buy at the cafe.