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⁀➷˚ ミ wild bird singing & early mornings 彡

Trees still clung to to amber maple trees, marigolds and cherry blossoms bloomed.

the brooks full, the landscape stretched, like a canvas painted across time itself, holding the eyes of artists and souls of painters.

he lounged at the window, watching the serried roofs smoke under the vibrant sky. the light peeked over the trees, ready to see who's awake — what creatures were ready to be washed in yellow warmth.

he had been awake for hours, letting the sun bathe him in a pool of warmth — his fingertips tracing the bruises on his knuckles like roots connecting to a poisonous tree.

the ravanette was like a wild bird singing connected to the branches of a dead tree; wind- free are the wings of his back, destined to dry out.

he roamed through the many memories in his mind, like a calm ocean that whispered invisible words as the waves crashed against the fine grains of sand.

his mind was a calm chaos filled with the remnants of his youth, a beautiful flower that weathered too early.

his thoughts were interrupted as the sound of
notifications from his phone brought him back to reality, away from all the memories that clutched at his heart; like well worn strings.

the ravanette scrolled aimlessly through twitter and instagram, ignoring the notifications blowing up his phone ever so often.

a light chuckle broke the silence from the apartment, a message from the waitress he had previously gave his number to.

jungkook sighed as he pushed his body out of bed, having to go to school once again.

his phone constantly buzzed, text messages from friends along with those who only wanted
to know about him for gossip or hookups — after all, he has always been the topic of conversation at his school.

jungkook grabbed his backpack as well as his black leather jacket, his steps light as a feather as he made his way across the quite apartment.

jungkook grabbed the keys to his black porsche, heading towards the front door.

as he drove, he felt the cold breeze dance against his hair, his sunglasses blocking the light from the sun.

students flowed in the doors and down the halls towards jungkook, some to take a peek at him while others sneakily glanced his way — the ravanette passed them all by and headed towards his class.