I look upon my idols, see them share a brotherly friendship. There maybe impurities , toxins, ....which are not highlighted. Many stories of hate, love, saddness, struggle, embarrassment, sickness, happiness not screened. Many screams, to get saved, not heard because it is hiding behind their dance and Melody.
Every last drop of energy and sweat in their dance expressed their frustration, anger and cries. His life was seen to be perfect, an example but when his life was into the heart of a lethal volcano, spitting lava on to the haters and silently getting himself burnt....no one came to guide his soul to the green.
There are many of the dirty folks smiling the warmest sun on lense fluid but bawling blood out of the skin surrounding their eyes, hiding in the darkest of their dances.
What can the patient fight against, when the medicine itself is dying in the cold storage in this hot Forest?
I still call him my idol. Respect his cowardice, weakness, bruises and worthlessness. I cover his cheeks with power and fame in his coffin.
He spreads like a cute cancer in my heart causing it to grow. It grows for him. Why couldn't I be a part of his hardwork, it's an illusion. I am strong, I fought the cancer and it died without any reflex.
IT IS A CRISIS.
R.I.P Kim Jonghyun. Sarangaehyo. 🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂🍃🍂
