you are reborn.

your world is he whose heartbeat matches the circle of day and night.

he is a boy, and he is drowning.

a sonnet for the beloved.

i am vaster than the sky above me.

which one are you?

this is you, and this is how you live now.

she burns brilliantly through thin sheets of white, eyes illuminated in the morning shine.

he was drowning in blue.

it’s strange and peculiar and exciting, this hasty shift between environments.

the sun must adore him, all tall and speckled with gold.

minseok will live forever. jongdae will not.

soft cherry kisses.

and such words settled over her like a wave of affluent misery.

the story of a delicate winter.