"Then I Hear The Song And Remember That Our Minds Are Born Out Of Things We Tried To Hide"

Somedays like today, the world

looks tremendously vast,

And I miss human chaos,

There is nothing much to fill spaces.

Empty rooms feel less comforting.

Somedays I want to stand with the crowd

And watch existence

See stories of people I'll never name.

But they must have seen a movie I liked ,

And truly hated it,

But that's okay.

After a thousand afternoons ,when my age didn't tick my bones and his would accumulate with candles -I liked how my name sounded off his lips. There was so much reassurance from how he looked at me, like I’m nothing different than him. And right beside the shores of his hometown he asked me

“What are we ?”

I had left even before we could write down an answer. It must’ve been painful to wake up to any empty bed. He must’ve searched his house. He would have called me over and over again. I wouldn't have liked how it sounded off his lips.

"a time so warm and pure that i miss painfully. Can you hear me? if you do, answer me, my '88, the days of my youth" —Deok Sun, Reply 1988.

Letters I killed

There is so much that I don't say in between pauses that I never wanted,

Words die in between breathes ,

But in my head at least ,

I've spoken enough.

-@ineluctablehere

I pray ,

somewhere between the folds of some pages,

someone wrote what I feel,

the yearning , the coldness , the grief,

I hope there is an explanation.

_@ineluctablehere

SOMEDAY I’D LOVE TO KNOW HOW YOU HAVE GROWN SINCE OUR LAST GOODBYE

I don’t think you understand how brave it is to let go. You know there will be a tomorrow but you know they won’t be there and you have to hold onto the crumbs of a stupid memory from a school trip. You have to watch people move on and force your legs to move with them . You will lose them and you will surely hate it but there won’t be any other emotion-there will be a void and it will bleed every time they smile in your dreams.

my aesthetic is being mundane, call that mediocore