𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆

𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏

𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏—-𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚-𝒐𝒏𝒆

Playing Hollow by Stray kids

Feel me.

Make me feel.

Make me feel something.

I'm drowning in my numbness,

A hopeless pit of nothing as I simmer in the unthinkable.

I missed the feeling of something

I missed the feeling of...

Of...?

.

That's right.

How can you miss something you've never felt?

What an idiot I am.

Funny.

Ironic.

How can you miss being happy when you never have?

How can you miss being hopeful when you never have?

How can you miss laughter that's always been this hopeless?

Hollow?

Dull.

How can you miss a smile that only ached,

Stretched over your teeth like nails pin it unwillingly to your cheeks.

How can you miss feeling.

When you never have.

To feel anything,

To let it seep into your bones and whirl your emotions like a whirlwind,

A tornado of feelings that catch you off-guard,

It makes seems so...

To feel deranges you.

But to be seen feeling,

Faking

It strips you completely

Naked.

"Keep moving." Jisung sighed, kicking the rubble that graced his path as they walked. The land was barren; an open space with houses dotted around. It didn't seem like where they'd been before. However it couldn't have been far from the others.

Yet they didn't know which direction to go in. Seungmin was hanging off on the end, eying the land and the waste of rubbish like they would tell him something. What could it be?

A story? A way back to the others? Anything.

It was hard to keep walking without many supplies on them anyways. It had only rained the other day but that felt like a fever dream compared to the heat that was burning into the surface of their skin.

Jisung took a quick short breath, he regretted letting himself go and walk into the unknown like a donkey mindlessly following a carrot dangled infront of his face.

He barely left with a tiny bottle full of water that was losing its cool by the minute. The sun was heating it up to warm and he really disliked the thought of having to survive the heat in warm water.

He grimaced outwardly, his lip curling as his dry mouth disgraced the idea of it already. He cleared his throat, coming to a stop to check for the third time what he'd brought in his impromptu stray away.