𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬; 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐚𝐮

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☆ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 ☆
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The night... dark and sweet night,
Home of the dreams and dwelling for sleep,
Immense infinity of space, packed in one single universe, in which humans do not have any influence upon.

The most beautiful moment in life.

And there he lied,

jungkook,

There he lied on the closest hill to the immensity of the sky, gaze attached to the milky orbits he loved so fondly.
With a hand tucked behind his head, he admired the firmament, finally releasing a long breath he didn't realize he was holding for so long.

His face was soft and in his eyes, the reflect of the stars shone bright.

He felt good,
He felt light.

He calmly enjoyed the pleasure his favorite activity provided him.
He was reposed and decided to think about nothing else than the precious moment he was experiencing.

A tranquility he knew he would never be able to get when the sun shines bright.

Everyday, he would leave his home at 9, when the moon would start to assert herself in the sky, so he wouldn't miss her appearance.

He would stay all night, and it was in reality hard for him to fall asleep while being there; because it was so beautiful.

The spectacle of these particules of dust were a masterpiece he would never miss, for anything in the world.

It was a sign of hope; a sign that not everything was lost and horrible.

A proof that although the world was fucked up, the universe would resist.

So he would abandon his sleep, to hope.
He would tell the world to go fuck itself because nature lived on; whatever happened.

And it didn't matter to him if he was exhausted at work; because he had spent his night in the utmost communion with the universe, which had no price.

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Her feet were heavy,
In fact, her whole body was,
Lump and broken.

Her body vibrated in rhythm with the flow of the wind and the cold hit her skin, making her wrap her arms around herself to warm up.

She was far from home,
Ran fast from it and did not look back,
And though cold really harmed her,
She wouldn't go back,
Not right now.

She wanted an escape,
She needed to breathe and to break free,
And her home didn't allow her to feel that way,
It was occlusive,
She hated it.

So in the middle of a nowhere she knew well,
She sulked her way to a place she had come a few times before,
When things were still okay;
The hill.

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And the hill was beautiful,
It felt like home,
A second home.