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The world is full of beautiful words. The tongue has no bones but is strong enough to break a heart. Words start wars and end them, create love and choke it, bring us to laughter and joy and tears. There is no falsehood in words, only in things.
Calling all readers, lovers of poetry and music, screen and stage. If you have a google spreadsheet of Metric/Marina/Mitski/Macklemore lyrics, now's your time to shine. What does Nobel Laureate Louise Glück have in common with the Future of Kpop Lee Chan? I don't know, but we can find out.
Examples
Junhui + The Archer
"Easy they come, easy they go
I jump from the train, I ride off alone
I never grew up, it's getting so old
Help me hold onto you"
Taylor Swift - The Archer
Verhao; "I loved him from the moment he walked in"
Just thinking about all the verhao soft feelings from the last week of November, especially the killer tweet from @literarykpop with the quote:
"I laughed and said, ‘Life is easy.’ What I meant was, ‘Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again." - Miranda July
95 line - R18
"Houston, we have a problem."
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anything dream related
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Do Not Wants: heavy angst
Prompt:
just. go wild with the members dreaming and maybe they're not so sure it was a dream anymore. reality and dreams may be meshed together. let us know where we stand in that new morning.
[FILL]: anything dream related
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(i hope this somewhat fits your prompt and what you were looking for)
***
He isn’t sure how he got here, or how he’ll get out, or even if he can or if he wants to.
The very ground feels- different. Conscious. For someone used to hard, impersonal tarmac stained with a thousand people’s stories, new footprints burying the old ones every day, this untouched, soft soil is new- it cushions his steps as if it welcomes his mark on this place, lets him linger and mingle. The sunlight filters through leaves and forms netted patterns on his skin, shifting and rippling as he wanders. Ferns drag across his torso and the leaves brush against him like a lover’s touch asking him to stay for a moment more with them. There’s whispers in the wind which he doesn’t understand, but it doesn’t matter really- it’s music, gentle and soothing, he doesn’t need to understand it to feel it.
And when he starts to wonder- if it’s all too perfect to be real, the fractal edge of an imperfect leaf presses itself against his fingertips and the bird’s song breaks.
***
It’s hard to tell how long he’s been here because all he feels is the haze of comfortable warmth. The wind blows, and Minghao thinks he can hear the sharp-soft sound of water as an undercurrent to the rustle of the leaves. The trees are getting taller, the shadows longer- he feels smaller with every second that passes in a way that feels like being encompassed by a warm hug.
The sky dons a heavy blush when the trees give way to a small stream that seems lovingly preserved by everything that surrounds it. The surface clear and rippling with deepening pinks and oranges, the clear water murmuring lullabies to the tiny fish and floating petals that consider it their home. It’s not very deep, or maybe it is- Minghao can’t tell- and he can see smooth pebbles rounded out by gentleness and time through the water.
He sits down on a patch of slightly damp grass, the moisture seeping in and creeping along his legs. It’s getting cooler, and as the sky gets darker and the water turns darker and darker as the sky pours ink into it, he suddenly feels the beat of his heart loud, quick and sharp- he’s going to close his eyes soon, or maybe open his eyes, who knows.
He dips his hand in the now dark water as gently as he can, and almost cries- it feels like a goodbye.
Something brushes against hand, cool and gentle, and oh, his hand is being held like it’s one of the delicate flowers that the wind places on the water. Gentle and soft. Minghao squints, and he can almost see the now-dim light bending around short strands of silky looking hair and a face immersed underwater, sleepy leaf-like eyes squinting back at him. The corners of heart shaped lips curve upwards and the small motion ripples across his entire face. Minghao thinks he’s seen this person somewhere, but he doesn’t chase that train of thoughts, curling his fingers so as to hold on instead.
***
It’s dangerous to wander around like this alone, he knows- the network is ridiculously poor and every tree looks the same. The manager isn’t going to be happy about his little escapade; Minghao hopes that if he looks for him before Minghao can convince himself to go back to the filming site, the poor manager doesn’t get lost.
It isn’t the same, it’s not the same at all, it’s a poor approximation of what it had been. But Minghao sits by the stream- too shallow, too opaque- under the trees - too tall, too widely spaced apart- and stacks pebbles- too rough, too many edges- anyway. Something’s better than nothing and all that.
And when he gets up to leave, go back to 4 am practices and cars shuffling him from one location to another to another, he bends and dips a hand in the cold water. For a second, he can almost feel something, someone stroke his hand, wrist to knuckles to the tips of his fingers.
He turns, runs his wet hands along the sheer green and brown cloth draped on him, and walks away.
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thank you for reading it <3
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