☑ ゛𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

six

ᵀ ᴱ ᴸ ᴱ / vision

the name was dangerous. the face; alluring. the voice; entrapping. yet, the eight months went by like a breeze once the ball started rolling. now, she didn't even know the meaning of obsession. she even didn't know—

민윤기.
( snap her out of it.
right. now. )

and it was amazing. freedom at last in her dry, scarred hands would never again be taken by the roaring monster that almost caused her demise. there was no journal either. she'd tossed it the moment the institution released her. there was no memory of—

민윤기.
( i'm serious.
she keeps spewing bullshit. )

a blank slate. rid of bruises and cuts. all that was given was the blue sky and clutched between her fingers, a doctor's note. although she was free now, the person she used to be could always come back. come back to—

민윤기.
( that's it. keep thinking.
you'll come back eventually. )

who she was and who she is. the line was as soft as silk, as tempting as cocaine but so badly off limits. the streets of seoul glistened by the overhead lights, the faces of handsome devils on billboards everywhere. it was only until she looked up to see one of seven men; feeling the danger, allurement and entrapment of the one and only—

민윤기.
( those eight months;
they didn't do shit. )

the journal's gone, thrown away
but this napkin will help me captivate
all the emotions i've let decay.

you've caught me in distress.
completely insane and obsessed
with a person i've never even met

at least this time i know
what is reality and what is vision.
television. tell me i need supervision.
yet again, i'm so dizzy and confused,
it feels like hell just broke loose.

a, b, c, d.
( i feel like natalie wood
drowning in the dead sea. )