GLOW [熠]; stray kids

03

[1929]
;; minsung

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The buildings are high and the windows shine just like gold. My eyes burn from looking at it for so long, but it feels like they are glued to that beautiful windows.

I put a sad smile on my face and glance at your leather jacket, moving my eyes to your face and stopping them at your broken glasses all taped together, because you never had the money to buy a new one.

And then you also look at me and we smile at our wretched self-pity; we didn't have the same opportunity as the executives up there.

You never had the chance to buy a canvas and watercolor paint, let alone me to publish a book.

Our art will never be seen by the eyes of a renowned critic, Minho, and even if I repeat this to you— and to myself— a thousand times, what is beautiful has its own time to be appreciated; I still want to see your smile as you paint an abstract art, getting paint all over my face with your brush, laughing and telling me to go write.