He slowly walked through the woods eating up the silence, suffocating for most, but almost a lusting feeling for Kim Namjoon. He would stare at the stars above more than the surface clung onto his feet. If physics hadn't handcuffed him to the world and left him to struggle under the crushing existence of life, he would have flown to the moon and perhaps would've stared at the stars some more.
Kim Namjoon was simply a regular boy in his eyes. Maybe even a little below average in his wrongful perception. He was just sad. A little too sad. As cheesy as it sounds, he loved his almost eternal walks. He loved to stargaze, write poetry, and somehow could exactly word how he felt in his work. The few that knew his work would call him the generation's best poet, well, maybe if they actually knew it was him that was behind the words they cried so much with. He wrote anonymously to keep himself on the edge he claimed. He was a dream that was too caught up in a nightmare to realize his true worth.
Although Kim Namjoon wasn't just the average boy, he still desired what every human craves to this day; a universal wish.
Love.
But if he was such a dream, why was love so hard to find for him?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
read for me | knj
Fanfiction"moonchild." "what'd you say?" "moonchild, it's my favorite poem." "i heard what you said." in which an anonymous poet meets number one fan.
