"Black's dread,
Sorrow of blue's bed.
Everything is dull as ash,
Melancholical petals clash."
⚘ 스탈트 ༉✧ . ˚
Taehyun's clutchings towards the mattress tightened as the moon's illumination gone intense in the night's darkness.
The thunderous scream of his mixed thoughts banged again in his head, keeping himself wide awake.
Different scenarios; dark or bright, do flicker through his sight in every moment he shut his eyes.
"Flaming shit, here we go again," He swore with his half-opened eyes; hoping that a several blink would pull the sleepiness within him.
Taehyun, we can say, was indeed tired with these situations. Yet luckily, he has found a way to get rid of it—writing.
Along the chaotic state, his mind began wandering, looking out for the words to traced.
"Vivified tints...died," Whispers escaped throughout his mouth admist of the tangled thoughts screaming out, as his eyes traipsed the rayless four corners of his room.
But inkless writing doesn't seem to satisfy him. And in fact, it made Taehyun more irritated as heck.
A pen and his ash-tinted notebook were suddenly present infront of him. The paper was blank—opposing how his inside angered out.
Yet, again, Taehyun felt a frustration. It did calm him, no more.
He seemed to crave for the missing piece—a coffee, perhaps.
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coffee and poetries ¦ taegyu
Fanfic"Wordy poems, every hypnotizing lines of the caffeine invading my inside, piercing whistle of the wind. I don't know, but among those, you are my favorite addiction." -wherein taehyun tends to write dark poems with the coffee's warm, until the dull...
