Jul 2, 2016
artificial lover
a car parked by the ocean, a night roadtrip gone trippy, drugs turned playthings. seunghee passes the blunt and props her head up on her knee, tossing her hair over her shoulder and sighing, “isn’t it weird that two thirds of the ocean is unknown? i’m glad, but isn’t it weird?”
a yawn, a thought gone seconds after conception.
“i’m fucking starving,” she tells yeeun, turning down the radio because it’s making it hard to focus on yeeuns face, “we should get something to eat- chicken?”
the light from the console spreads across yeeun’s face, and seunghee wonders how so much beauty can be found in marrow.