⇱ 𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 ⇲

𝐈. 𝗴𝘂𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗶

(𝗻.) 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿
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all sorts of color combinations flashed through his head; a blush pink splashed with the tint of the clear sky on a calm summer afternoon. all the swirls, all the flashes, they made him dizzy.
of all the items, trinkets, and useless garbage that found home in his house, the paintings and color palettes were the only thing that showed color in Jeongguk's home.
solitude was something Jeongguk was friends with.  he could describe it as colors of a deep, rich, navy blue along with swirls of a shadow-gray. the navy blue resembled the hue underneath the surface of a deep and unforgiving ocean. the colors of him mind were one of the only things that accompanied him; colors — a noise so eerily silent — made up Jeongukk, but not Jeongukk. his entire life, job, money, will to live; everything was balanced on a unsteady house of cards. It was all doomed to fall eventually.
   currently, he sat on the balcony of his minuscule house, one that had a breathtaking view overlooking the ocean. the moon shone bright, reflecting her beauty across the ocean's glistening surface. her stars made sure she wasn't lonely, staying with her throughout the entire night and shining alongside her.  whilst watching the gumusservi, time ceased to exist. for Jeongukk at least.
   "but, i suppose time doesn't stop for anyone. right?" the boy asked the moon. he didn't expect an answer.
   as anticipated, he did not receive an answer. it was a typical thing for him.
    Jeongukk had been working on a painting, for he was a painter, and had his utensils and canvas set up outside on the balcony. they both stood underneath the covers of the sky—stained with bright glowing stars of swirling oranges and yellows.
   "I suppose not, Jeongukk"
    It was something he'd never even imagine. It wasn't the moon who responded to him, rather, it was his painting.