This is essentially word vomit dedicated to two very special hyungs in my life. I don't think they know it, but you guys have so much passion in what you do that it amazes me, it really does. Maybe one day, I'll be able to do the same with my own work but till then thank you for adding quite a bit of meaning to my life haha. (I don't even know if they'll see this but oh well)

The nights are long and the muggy embrace of stale air stifling. A stickly scent of loss laces the walls, traces of regret carpeting the floor. And amidst it all, lies a curled figure in black watched over by a halo of pure white, silent and still as each second ticks by. The silence may be unnerving to many but few realise that it is silence which drowns out the pleading cries ringing in the thoughts of the broken.