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𝗠𝗩𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗔 - 𝗭

there are thoughts that don't pass your mind, but do in the shadow of your moving form flung against the exhaustive span of concrete. series of firsts, mostly interludes. a sunday where you learn that leftover chicken grease is best to roast vegetables with, a tuesday spent in sick and watching steam rise from the soup bowl. to this day, the combination of salt and fat remains as the definitive remedy throughout the years, for seasonal colds and heartbreaks and everything else in between.

anecdotes have a place somewhere, too. between the shelves, the pewter wind chimes hanging off the front porch, or in the pale apricot paint of your old bedroom. searching for the things you miss is impossible when they’re right before your eyes, isn’t it? the thrill of discovery, obsolete in the way it was familiar, bittersweet in the way this involves not just memory but the very parts of yourself still lingering here. but there’s no mourning involved in it, simply the quietness of submission.

sliding the keys through, the lock gives in and the door opens with a low groan. you step out of your shoes, and line them away from the welcome mat. the writing threaded there is decorative in its intentions. as is the hallway that’s lit by a dim-glow, the smell of warm broth drifting through the open space. 

it’s nothing more but a house until it isn’t. until two figures approach, faces creased with the time gone and present elation. until they say, “yeojin, you’re here.” until you announce with an equally lifting smile, “i’m here.” 

runaan icons using the same base w/ my lgbt pride icons i posted on my art blog here

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