how do you understand a story before you read it, how do you skim through a book and find yourself intrigued by the first page unknowing of the context. the answer is simple. a title. a title for a book, a sub-title for a chapter. the world was strung around unrelentless morals people held these titles in their hands religiously, you were not a human, you were a walking notebook filled with the ink of others burdens and judgemental words. you were poems of love and songs of hatred, you were illustrations of eyes burning holes into your back through the holes of your shirt as you scampered down the street in hopes youd find someone with any ounce of a heart left willing to offer something to fill your empty belly.
you are not a human you are an exhibit.
you do not feel or do.
you listen you learn.
you take and you fake it till you make it.
and albeit these words taehyung could not combat the feeling that he was not just a title, held below others because of the condition of his clothes, and the dirt between his fingers, he was more than that, he was human born to feel and love and be broken but most importantly to live.
rummaging through trashbins isnt a life he called perfect but neither was this life eccentric. you felt? you were discarded there was no room for error or emotions the desensitized rose to the top while the ones who understood, who felt remorse and pain were shunned.
and although taehyungs hands are shaking, body weak, stomach grumbling he always told himself he would not give up, he would not starve and he would not let another bare a pain he could take away. taehyung was full of hope for someone so utterly hopeless.
YOU ARE READING
METAPHORICAL.
Romance"literature connects to the beauty of what will come to be, a good book makes you reminisce and could sway your life in a new direction, open me, read me, take action jeongguk."
