cold hands. ➳ yoonmin

afternoons.

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it was currently 5 in the afternoon. i had boarded the plane. my phone was playing music through my ears, a fluffy pillow in my lap, i looked out toward the sky. the ground was built like a lego playground, the houses itty bitty and the sun changed quickly like LED lights. the sky was an endless canvas that the artistic sun drew on. what seemed to be an uninterrupted blue that stretched seamlessly across my perspective on the soiled ground was now like a child's painting, vivid popping pinks and oranges mixed like crayons. like crystals, the speckled whites were splattered, places the sun grazed upon were sparkling like jewels while the monochromatic shades were seeping, invading, taking over the child's colorful creation. i close my eyes, letting the songs take over my body; leaving me in a zen-like mode. it gave me peace, but little did i know, that peace was like a candle. the fire com-busting, burning, roaring with undying motivation. but after all, fires burn out pretty quick too, don't they, jimin.