You are the most beautiful flower in the middle of winter. You are the brightest snowflake.
I’ve been obsessed with haiku the past couple of weeks and I thought of making Bangtan as my muse. I know, you’ll say “again?”. You are probably so fed up by now by the mention of them but what can I do? They gave me back all my words and I want to take advantage of that. Words are not always there to give justice to what we’re feeling—sometimes we stay blank and empty no matter how strong the storm of thoughts is in our heads. It can be suffocating sometimes we need a release.