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ㅤ 𝕺𝗕𝗦𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗘
𝑆𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝
𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦 ?
𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰, steady, and unhurried steps of his feet that almost floats in the air while his body lies on the couch of her old apartment. His apparition was lost in the airy night in December.
𝐇𝐢𝐬 feet turned cold and weary, his breath smells like fury and his heart grew solid and unsteady. It beats just the sound of the drum rolling, his pulse radiates of fear, and his lips shut and dry. He turned around and his body keeps still and sounds asleep. As if, it was a normal night and just and peaceful.
𝐇𝐞 flew right through the door and stroll around the street of Evergreen. It was silent and streetlights turned off. It was smoky and dark. The pavement seems boring and bleak him cloak swayed and the cold air seemed welcoming to his chest. He passed by several houses and happened to find a bookshop. It was vintage and awkward. Its structures did not seem appealing nor look like someone owns them. But he manages to get past through it and books welcomed him, like how ghosts welcome their favorite strangers.
𝐇𝐞 passed by some old and modern books, carefully slipping his tender fingers to its hardcovers, flipping through endless pages, and breathing the dusty nostalgic aroma of the '90s. “It never gets old,” he says. He flips, and flips, flies through the stairs, and find more pages. Circles all the important words, digesting all the heartfelt quotes — 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢.
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ㅤ 𝕺𝗕𝗦𝗖𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗘
𝑆𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝
𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑦 ?
𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰, steady, and unhurried steps of his feet that almost floats in the air while his body lies on the couch of her old apartment. His apparition was lost in the airy night in December.
𝐇𝐢𝐬 feet turned cold and weary, his breath smells like fury and his heart grew solid and unsteady. It beats just the sound of the drum rolling, his pulse radiates of fear, and his lips shut and dry. He turned around and his body keeps still and sounds asleep. As if, it was a normal night and just and peaceful.
𝐇𝐞 flew right through the door and stroll around the street of Evergreen. It was silent and streetlights turned off. It was smoky and dark. The pavement seems boring and bleak him cloak swayed and the cold air seemed welcoming to his chest. He passed by several houses and happened to find a bookshop. It was vintage and awkward. Its structures did not seem appealing nor look like someone owns them. But he manages to get past through it and books welcomed him, like how ghosts welcome their favorite strangers.
𝐇𝐞 passed by some old and modern books, carefully slipping his tender fingers to its hardcovers, flipping through endless pages, and breathing the dusty nostalgic aroma of the '90s. “It never gets old,” he says. He flips, and flips, flies through the stairs, and find more pages. Circles all the important words, digesting all the heartfelt quotes — 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢.
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𝐈.
Within the forest of dark dreams following the blur of a goblin-light, that led me over ugly streams, whereon the scum of the spawn was spread, and the blistered slime, in stagnant seams; Where the weed and the moss swam black and dead, like a drowned girl’s hair in the ropy ooze: And the jack-o’-lantern light that led, flickered the fox-fire trees o’erhead, and the owl-like things at airy cruise.
Within the forest of dark dreams following the blur of a goblin-light, that led me over ugly streams, whereon the scum of the spawn was spread, and the blistered slime, in stagnant seams; Where the weed and the moss swam black and dead, like a drowned girl’s hair in the ropy ooze: And the jack-o’-lantern light that led, flickered the fox-fire trees o’erhead, and the owl-like things at airy cruise.
𝐈𝐈.
Within the forest of dark dreams following a form of shadowy white with my own wild face it seems. Did a raven’s wing just flap my hair? Or a web-winged bat brush by my face? Or the hand of something I did not dare look round to see in that obscene place? Where the boughs, with leaves a-devil’s-dance, and the thorn-tree bush, where the wind made moan, had more than a strange significance of life and of evil not their own.
Within the forest of dark dreams following a form of shadowy white with my own wild face it seems. Did a raven’s wing just flap my hair? Or a web-winged bat brush by my face? Or the hand of something I did not dare look round to see in that obscene place? Where the boughs, with leaves a-devil’s-dance, and the thorn-tree bush, where the wind made moan, had more than a strange significance of life and of evil not their own.
𝐈𝐈𝐈.
Within the forest of dark dreams following a form of shadowy white with my own wild face it seems. Did a raven’s wing just flap my hair? Or a web-winged bat brush by my face? Or the hand of something I did not dare look round to see in that obscene place? Where the boughs, with leaves a-devil’s-dance, and the thorn-tree bush, where the wind made moan, had more than a strange significance of life and of evil not their own.
Within the forest of dark dreams following a form of shadowy white with my own wild face it seems. Did a raven’s wing just flap my hair? Or a web-winged bat brush by my face? Or the hand of something I did not dare look round to see in that obscene place? Where the boughs, with leaves a-devil’s-dance, and the thorn-tree bush, where the wind made moan, had more than a strange significance of life and of evil not their own.
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Happy Birthday for all Jeon Jungkook Roleplays, especially me and my beloved friends; Kouu, Shaula, Gugu, Niyomi, Delikoo, Rychie, and Akio.
Birthdays are happy events, times when dreams come true. So dream a good dream; And let someone know! It just might work for you. Have a happy celebration one you'll always recall, and be aware on this day of days. You're the most special person of all!♡.
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