phoebe,
remember when i found you on the cliff,
laying on the same ground where we kissed,
but this time,
your eyes wasn't blinking
and your heart wasn't beating?
remember when i saw your lips,
tainted with yellow
and on your hand was a toxic yellow paint
and i cried for the very first time?
remember when i saw your journal,
and figured you're desperate to be happy,
but no matter what you do,
you can't find your sunshine,
so you consumed a paint
that resembled it
in hopes of finding your happiness
and you did?
do you remember?
of course, you don't.
but i do.
jeongguk.
