STREAM OF THOUGHT WITH @kkotgilman
yeonseo is not fond of spring.
it reminds her of pimples, the reddening blisters turning the pallid ground into a yellowed shaded mosaic. it also reminds her of heat, the sky's violent fuschia streaks staining her watercolors' piece into a one dimensional, one-trick pony. everything about the darn season is obnoxiously, painstakingly loud. it strongly frustrates her down into the gristle.
hyunmin is interesting. he reminds her of all the details she keeps track of like the overgrown weed sticking out from their severily uncared pavement. but, unlike the pollen that niggles on the bridge between her nostrils— he is more like a mishap, an accidental smudge dappled on her 3 week in progress oil painting. it mildly pleases her down into the bones.
today was difficult. scratch that. today was horrible. the woman should have seen it coming. as the weather gets colder, the retirement home caught the fervid fever called incestant gossip. the usually placid home turned into a rumor mill, swaddling with seemingly concerned grandchildren draped on their wealth-reeking coats. with the constant handshakes turning into a fodder for the desperate-for-a-grandchildren population, her hands end up cracked and bleeding.
everything dwindles once she ends her shift with a spiteful glare at the sky. as if it notices her gaze, the peach-flushed backdrop turns into vermillion with a tinge of apricot as a half-hearted compensation. a feeble exhale flees, white plumes exiting from her chapped lips. the little emotional cardbox-textured weighs against her ribcage, the flares of anger about to explode and she's not ready to tear it. not with her slathered bruised hands and her shame of being in the limelight.
she thinks of one friendly, less explosive alternative— one who says warm nothings with a honeydew sweet tongue.
[ ✉️ @ jeon hyunmin (apt) ] hey friend
[ ✉️. @ jeon hyunmin (apt) ] r u free to rant abt awful days lol?
maybe, just maybe, yeonseo is now.