Summer days, and summer nights, laced together in drunken stupor.

Lazy autumn days remind me of childhood-- Where every day was drenched in sunshine.

My thoughts are scattered, tossed to the night, An infinite pyre of stolen bronze light.

There is a boy looking out of the window. A BTS Fanfiction, based on my favourite song by my favourite boy.

I hold a sliver of time in my palm, I let it slip through my fingers like coins.

I could bask in it, soak in it, let it seep into my bones like ink tainting creamy silk.

The coming train's already come and gone.

Do not fear the coming storm, the booming tides.

My fury is a tide that comes and goes in crashing waves.

You are everything, And you are worth every fibre of your being. Don't you see that?

Because our craft is born of the blood rushing in our veins -- if you hurt us, cut us, scar us, we bleed pure, unfiltered art and poetry.

Oh the careless ambiguity! The windswept passing of time, blows --

There's nothing more intoxicating than the future of what could be.

The scariest things in life are the ones that make you afraid in the light.

Epiphany : an illuminating discovery, realisation, or disclosure Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. I am finally close to understanding.

Nemophilist -- A person who loves or is fond of woods or forests.

Listen up, 'cus I'm about to tell you the old lore

Love dealt us a wicked set of cards. Me and you, both.

You won't know if you never try.