corazón sangrando

he slept on beds of flowers

the foliage of lush willow trees shaded the forest floor in dark colors, while sunlight seeped through open curtains of branch and leaves. the boy was poised in the middle of this jungle, the scenery of jumbled life extraordinarily beautiful to him. white silk clung to his body, covering melanin skin kissed by the sun. birds sung from boughs clothed in moss, and the boy was open-mouthed in wonder, in awe, in how could one place be so lovely? flowers in every tinge of color sprinkled the carpet of the forest. this world was iridescent in the boy's eyes, a paradise so exuberant that he could imagine himself dwelling there amongst the birds and plant life.
a tree stump became a throne to him, and as the boy sat, he pondered, how have i become so favored, that i am to breathe here in this sacred, captivating wonderland?
in truth, the boy was a king among humans and animals alike, a master of elegance and gentleness akin.
even sunflowers, who devote themselves to the sun only, have turned to admire him.
perhaps, maybe, the nature's ruler had finally come home.
and so he had.

an; i wrote this after finding out about jonghyun. the angel who walked upon the earth has finally returned home.

you did well, jonghyun. you did well.