january 6th
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Yoongi is frustrated. He's been staring down at the blank page for hours now, but nothing is coming to him. He hates nights like these - when he has no inspiration for writing.
I'm staring him down/this blank page consumes me
I can't find the words/silence is my enemy
He makes a face and scribbles out the words with black ink.
I've never been good with words
If I can't find my voice/how can I ever be heard
Another face, another scribble.
With a frustrated sigh, Yoongi pushes himself away from his desk, and rises from his chair. He slips out into the darkness of the hallway, and into his room. He changes into something warmer, shoves his phone in one pocket, and his bus pass in the other, and pats Holly on the head. "I'll be back in an hour," he says in a lone tone. "Don't make a scene," he adds jokingly.
The air is cooler outside, but someone bearable, and the fresh air is a relief to him. If he hurries, he can catch the ten o'clock bus into the city. Maybe he'll find some inspiration on the ride or even in the city. And if not, well it would have done him some good anyways. It never hurts to get out of the house. He could use it, considering he spends ninety-nine percent of his time inside anyways. It's too cold for him to do anything else really.
He already feels better when he gets on the bus. There's only one other person on there for the time being. An elderly gentleman, who tips his hat at Yoongi as he ventures to the back of the bus. Yoongi nods back at him with a gentle smile.
The city rushes past in a blur as he sinks into his seat. It's calming.
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