Shoebox ― Kim Seokjin

Shoebox

Really, I can't can deny myself from this growing urge to put a bullet in your head in these photos I keep on coming back to look at.

Selfish— that's what I call you. To just disappear on a random night, wearing that darned pair of shoes you never wanted to wear; because it was your most prized possession but yet you never told me the reason it became so special. No notes, vanishing into thin air — poof.

Was there anything that level of broken or imperfect for you to abandon us. I guess you left the box because you don't want to keep something you treasured as something that still has a value to you.

Maybe the shoes lost their importance to you. If you could had felt that way, you can certainly feel the same for me.

Hey, I'll be keeping this shoebox to be the keeper of "us" because I still hold on for us. Unlike you. You might come back one day and I'll be glad I didn't throw these out.

But then again, you might never find your way back with those shoes. Because we both mean the same now to you, out of worth.