Life is time. Like life, time can also die. It's not the fact that we continue on, like nothing has ever happened, or nothing will ever happen. But we secretly vow to ourselves that we shall allow the world to brainwash us with technology, love, friends, religion, politics, and even family.
We have to admit, life is hard.
In the end, the universe withholds our power and uses it against ourselves to test which one of us really understands the world. Yes, everything I've said may seem like I'm one of those conceited products of society but I speak the truth.
The world, it shapes us. It's just up to me to shape my own world.
With an extremely Christian mother, friends that are invisible, a high school senior-itis life, the person I share my world with hundreds of miles away, an online personality, a family that always seems to injure itself, and a dog that snores loudly, I think I have the basics of sculpting the foundations of a not-so-perfect life.
Into the ashen night, of a billion stars, the serendipity of duality that is our shared existence, is both futility and eternal hope, the road that belongs to immortals.
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𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 In which a desperate police officer brings his only support mechanism, his best friend and his partner to a deadly mission.
#1 junhoxreader 11.20. 21
(Hwang Jun-Ho x reader)
STARTED 10.18.21 ~ waiting for season 2