Your eyes are like my name. Occult to the rest of the world unless they try to peer inside. And even then, many are unsuccessful. Your melanoid windows to the soul have their curtains drawn, the dweller of such a place kept veiled to keep the curious minds whirring. I've seen the inside. The extravagant colors of emotion swirled around each other, creating a picture of indescribable beauty. A pool filled with pain and love, anguish and bliss woven together to create the person that is Min Yoongi. The curtains are shut taut once again. Please don't close them to protect me. Don't hide you for me.

getting high on the good life, drunk on falling.