This is weight/lightness of living lifting fairydust in potent purest form. I started this in 2017, ie short few days ago and needless to say I am at the rewatching, MVs hording stage where containing manic addiction, longing, already bracing that bittersweet unbearable breakup at its last sweet epi, is futile.
I had a few days I must have completely blocked myself out of my body. I stayed away from turning on a thing in fear of news, some reality. Then, I forced myself to watch dramas over the weekend when I could not do socializing.
Yesterday started with a failed meringue.
Round glare confined in darkness on a clear night. Clouds shielding, moon promulgates a gentler illumine across the vast, where a clear heart guards below.
I was so stressed over this angsty fluffy thing last night I lost some sleep over it. I streamed it live while conferencing, as I have done shamefully many times when drama addiction hit, holding in sobz, the balls I have, or very good at pulling my sinuses flaring up card, really. I have enjoyed 16/18 worthy episodes emotionally ridiculously much till this, stakes are so high because I have already put it on my fav list. It will break me more than what Prince was wrung through, if this suddenly is subpar, and my par is a hair less of flawlessness for MDBC, it has been sating my greed SO GOOD.
Prince rather spends his time obsessing over dissertations of Great Learning, his sleepless nights, inspirations on self reflecting philosophy and governance, rest and introspection for inner peace, hence the Way will reveal to a calm, cultivated mind. Succinct words, orderly phrases in meticulous logical progression, he is holding so dear this episode.
Through lies that seems like the Truth…and truths taken as lies, I have shoujofluff stock characters essayed in the grayscale harsher normal light…and shadows in this episode, down from the pedestal, of a novel angle quite remote from the moon and clouds, but down closer to earth.
This hits me, again, in a very sweet spot as I am crying my own foggy, misty river how love is painted by missing the one, so completely, so terribly, so tenderly, so beautifully, in quiet, plain rhymes.