it’s funny how people always remember to eat, walk, talk, fuck and kill, but they never remember to stay. stay, something that should be the easiest part because you don’t have to move, but leaving seems to be the choosen one even if you can hear the world fall down behind your back as you disappear.
oh, the eyes are the window of the soul they say, but who is really able to open that window and swim between your thoughts? i used to stare at people intensely, hoping that someone could actually understand the difference between crying outside and dying inside, but even though my piercing gaze improved, none ever cared.
none ever noticed my eyes seemed full of clouds when my heads was full of hurts. i believed for years it was because my eyes counldn’t talk, but then i understood people don’t exactly look for your soul while they are looking into your irises. they are looking for someone too.
and while you hurt thinking you are the only one, you too late realize you are the only one between the other only ones, because it’s funny how people always remember to eat, walk, talk, fuck and kill, but they always forget to love how they would like to be loved.
simple kyungsoo!editeu ft. writing