Make me a promise, one worth your time.
Bend your little pinky around mine.
Every word, every line, filtered through a rhyme.
This sense of loneliness, is it true?
That it's plagued you since debut?
A thousand in the queue, but I feel it too?
Then, a moment of clarity, an epiphany.
And, I find, the lonely is our serendipity,
Weaving empathy into every breath and melody.
But take your time and pile on the glitter,
Shivering behind a mask built to bewilder.
But there is no mask, is there? Only a filter.
One that shifts and changes with perspective.
That not only affects you but my own introspective.
You see, I'm connective, only a part of the collective,
A thousand and one saying I relate,
To a boy an ocean away, checkmate.
Dedicated to Jimin of BTS.