I want that day back, that day when all of us sat in groups, talked between classes and laughed silently so that the teacher wouldn't catch us. Things have changed a lot but not you in my memories. Not that tall girl, nor the short one. Not the clown, nor the silent one. Not the beauty obsessed nor the fun obsessed. Our memories are fresh like the flowers in spring. I have been having the desire to meet you all, so that we could laugh till we cry. I haven't forgotten, that autumn comes too. Opportunities came, but I pushed it away. It was embarrassing because we were friends, but I couldn't hide anymore. I cried longing for that day, when the sixters climb the tallest mountains, swim oceans, scream during the fastest rides and attend the most boring classes of and in history. Our cherished moments are just memories that no one can take away. Unaware of when we find the road to each other, we ran. With hopes and laughter in future and with farewell in no time and sorrow snowing every second. We jump, break our legs but still laugh only because we were together. Not even once we had told each other our deepest thoughts on each other nor our gratitude, but somehow it itself spoke loud. Dreaming of fun is uncertain but we never ignored it. Have I told you how I had felt, I would have felt better now. We walk in our paths to see each other only to know later that they were parallel. Our common destination was an illusion I am really sorry. And I really grateful.
Dear squad, I am leaving you. I want to tell all of you at the same time but all of you are busy. Today, I couldn't eat breakfast because I was nervous to tell you. I didnt want to see a blank expression. It was truly a fear. I don't know when I might tell you this but I love you a lot guys.
This is a combination of the things which are present inside the Army room arranging them with BTS title songs and the names of armies who believes that this is our home.
Friday night exactly at 0:00 when the night was soft and silent sleeping peacefully. I closed my gloomy eyes to imagine the scenario that has kept me alive besides all the catastrophes and woe. Where /.--mysoul was staring at the ceiling playing ~just one day inside her head. /scar_on_stars was revising hard for her exams cause study is her ~ heaven. /saloni__ was hiding behind the curtains waiting for the ~danger to fade away. /redheart161 was mending the bygone clock giving her ~blood sweat and tears. /dove_wings was painting a piano purple singing ~serendipity ak_anjali_daydreamzz was decorating the flowers vase dreaming about her ~boy in love. /arya_abhispa was flirting with the piano waiting for her lover to ~Jump through the window. /_joonie_ was sitting beside the window thinking that life is ~Dynamite /the_creation_in_our_stars was writing a poem about ~boys with luv. /divyansha was sketching V cause is really does that good ~Am i wrong /taekook_maknae was reading a novel about the ~Autumn leaves. /the97_introvert was turning on the radio to sing ~save me cause her voice is melodious. /nivey14 was hugging a teddy listening to a ~spring day. /nikitasharmabts_rare was shaping the bookshelves cause this skill is in her ~DNA. /krish was drawing some anime character which got lost somewhere inside room ~ saying ~save me /rjd_creations was a DJ managing disc that plays ~life goes on. /tamanna3 was arranging old photographs chanting ~I need you. /someone_alive was busy gazing outside the window thinking about what would happen ~if I rule the world. /btslove was painting walls with purple hues stroking all the memories of her past questioning `~where are you from /ann_07 was lighting the bright lamp giving wishes to ~no more dreams. /delta was searching for happiness in a drawer hoping to get it somehow today or ~tomorrow. /galaxymilky was laying on a mattress telling a story about ~school luv affair. /tejaswini_3 was writing a diary sipping hot ~coffee early in the dawn. /aldhaa was teasing a cute white cat which was her ~, first love. /soulvish was turning on the fan cause weather was like ~fake love. /the_charismatic_soul was putting slippers on to get out and ~run. /may_from_beyblade was sleeping on a bed dreaming about her ~idol. /judgejudding was cleaning the photo frame which is numb yet ~awake. /dark_nebula was hanging flowers in the selves near a wall ~lost in thoughts. /__emma__ was playing with the guitar singing ~let me know. / adhithir was singing the song close to her heart ~ awake ./v_smita_v is caressing the beautiful flowers whose fragrance is ~fire. / taekook96 is flipping pages that never ~lie. /kittyblackpearl01 was playing with the teddy bear which wants to have ~wings. /the_purple_paradise was sketching kookie humming ~love is not over yet. /im_the_star_of_my_life was near a soundbox ready to play ~fire. /mariya_khan was glancing at the entire room relaxing this is ~house of cards. /amulbaby was drawing leaves of the banyan tree exactly the time when it ~rain. /beautywithinyou was laying down on the table when the ~Mic drop. /heather_ was blushing pink after hearing ~Butterfly. /scarletheart_moonlovers was panting all those memories in the walls turning ~ON the lanterns. /thesunshineloves was kneeling in the corner of the room saying that ~together we are bulletproof.
It's hard to believe that we are celebrating our first year already. It feels like yesterday when we first meet. It's funny how we connected and felt comfortable around each other in a short period. Thank you, New army for joining us and making our room bigger than we expected old ones for always staying and the ones who left for making memories. We are healing one other knowingly or unknowingly. Thank you to the one who inspired me to write this. Thank you to the one who gave me this idea. Thank you, BTS for making army bringing people of different genres together with the same amount of passion. Thank you mirakee for not only giving us a platform to write but also for being generous to everyone. I'm grateful to everyone who sees this on their feed. Thank you so much. I purple you'll. I'm sorry if I miss the name of anyone just know armies are the same for me, always sweetest. Say me if I missed anyone will keep on editing and adding names.
"Hydrogen, given enough time will start to question its existence"
I trimmed my beard after what seems like forever because my mom told me that I look like a sociopath. And since I'm a nice son and I needed her credit card, I had to listen to her. Nah, I'm just kidding, I'm not nice. But the thing is, I still look like someone that you would run away from when you see me in a deserted alley.
But mom told me that I look like a different person (cute, I know), which made me think about the deep-rooted question of who am I? I had a very long conversation about it with the dude inside my head when I was in the shower, but when I tried to write it down, the words aren't falling in the right places like I wanted to. There is this sense of disconnection between what you think and what you can write. Often, it almost feels like two different people, trying to make sense of the same world, the same chaos. Are you a single individual or a collection of different things so carefully embedded to feel like one?
I had to force myself to write this before I leave because, for some reason, I felt that I should. The one thing that I realized after writing for some time, is the reality that most of what I write is complete garbage. Everything revolves around the same bleak view of the world and it is not so exciting or creative anymore. There is this unbelievable standard set by Neruda, Bukowski, Mary Oliver, Byron, Keats, and many more that are impossible to reach.
Someone asked me, "what is the most poetic thing that has ever happened to you?", I had to think for a while to answer that one. If everything is art, and everything is poetic then that's so futile, isn't it?
I have heard that all past human thought is just a development of the thoughts and ideas of previous thinkers. I can't deny this, because if true, then in my own thinking I would be merely repeating what others have already thought before me. I think our view of self is very complicated. We tend to have a lot of different kinds of concepts about ourselves, one for each context in which they appear.
There is a beautiful interpretation of quantum mechanics that says, we live in stories that the brain tells itself.
Even when you say you love someone, you're only loving the idea of that person, you're only loving the parts that they chose to show you, but there are millions of parts to someone that's been scattered around people that you don't even know about. Every time you read something, you feel like you're trying to know that person and in a way, a little part of them finds abode in you. Does that mean that a person is all the image that exists in all different narratives or the image that exists in your narrative is enough?
I think this is a complicated question. There's no correct answer because the universe doesn't care about who you are. It just cares about whether you can survive or not, to pass your genome to the next generation. All of the 'you' stuff is more like an illusion that we have to give meaning and direction to our lives. Entropy, order creating more chaos.
But let me try to be helpful. There exist many different perspectives on this question. First, you could consider yourself to be a collection of different things. You might even say that there is no such thing as 'you' at all. For example, let's say someone loses an arm in an accident and has it replaced with a prosthetic one. Do they then become two separate people? What about if they get their brain transplanted into the body of another person? At what point do we stop calling them the same person?
Second, you might consider yourself to be a collection of different memories. For example, if someone gradually forgets who they are and becomes an entirely new person due to damage in their brain or amnesia from trauma or disease, do we still call them the same person?
Third, you could consider yourself to be a collection of different experiences. For example, the person who is blind from birth and later becomes sighted after an operation has two separate experiences (one with sight and one without). If they then go on to live their life as if nothing happened but keep experiencing things differently due to how they perceive them now that they can see - do we still call them the same person?
Another way to think about yourself is how you feel. Do you ever stop feeling some feelings and start feeling others? What if someone gets depressed and loses their ability to experience happiness - are they still the same person?
Yesterday I was talking to someone and they told me about this image they have about me, just by reading what I post and share, you create an image about me. Is it really me or a part of me or not me at all?
In this digital data-driven age, I can easily tell you that you are this tiny little space bounded by a simple equation in multidimensional data. That simple equation is enough to predict what you're gonna eat next to when you feel so fucking lonely. We can talk about this digital existence some other time, but the important question is this digital identity. Why do you follow someone? Why do you read them? Why do you like and repost what they write? Is it because you like the idea of them, the digital identity of them, or is it because are you expecting something in return?
What's in a name when you have no plans to stay, I have always wondered. It is the stories that matter, isn't it? The way someone made you feel when you were feeling blue on a December night, for a moment and disappeared the next day. There is this suffocation that you feel when you stay for long. Tell me, who you are when you strip down the name and the face and the things that you love, like, and hate? Stories so entwined between the pages waiting for someone to pick it up and read, maybe?
it is hard for me to stay in the same place for long so I look for stories in people. it is easier than trying to find a home in them. you can start with a line, filling every space with more metaphors.
I ended up building these cities made out of words of all the strangers that I can't remember. faces and names are easy to forget but stories stay.
Perhaps, it's no wonder that we are insane. We live in this chaos, completely oblivious to the nature of our world and our own existence, where every day is a struggle to survive.
We started this journey alone We met at the crossroads of life Unexpected surprises like serendipity Be it fate or a coincidence We are meant to be together We could share our love and joy like We always have known each other The pain we feel, our hearts hurt together We share a bond only we can feel How many hurdles have come our way We had each other's back all those times
Our dream is to meet those stars we adore For once in our life and show them How much love we have for them How that love gave us this precious bond Like those stars are miles apart from us We are also miles apart from each other That never stopped us from being together We'll continue our journey together now
Our hearts beat for the same love Our minds long for the same passion Our spirits united with the same chord
Our hands hold each other Our hearts colored purple Our sky filled hopeful blue Our path sprinkled golden
We have a long way to go We have a new dream to cherish We have a song to sing together
Music of our heart... Play forever... You never walk alone... I Purple you...
@aryaabhipsa - My dearie Celebrating birthday today - Happy Birthday again deariee @sakshi_02 - Dearie Your birthday is over still we can celebrate @fairytales_ - My jelsadear, finding you was serendipity, You can't just disappear girl, I can't sleep at night @thesunshineloves - My sunshine dearie, the first Army in my life @purple_ - My first and favorite dongsaeng, unlimited feelings, you are so lovely calsie - My second dongsaeng and favorite, where are you now ?!!!
@the97_introvert - My baby Kookie, Army closest to my heart and me @btslove - My love, my dearie, I love you so much so much @stardustyy - My dearie, we find each other everywhere, you are stardust indeed @hyungrah - Dearie, you are an unexpected surprise, I love your happy good vibes @nikawrites_123 Deariee, you are a playful dongsaeng, so adorable Can't tag more than 10 !! Hmmmm
redheart161 - Dearie, your username may have red but yours is purple beautywithinyou - Dearie, you are angel, we'll be there for you lucy13 - Dear lucyyyy Armyyy the one with all the purple hearts tae_love - Dearie, my Taelove, where are you, I miss you shiningprincess_2004 - Dear Army, you wake up too early and here's good morning to you for everyday heart_wrenching_stories - Deariee I purple you even before I met you nivisa_griffindor - Deariee, we will be together here or there or wherever we are meowngi - Deariee, you are special and meeting you was special too aldhaa - Ahh you are one dongsaeng too cute and lovely, don't overthink
judgedjudging - Dear Army, where are you man ?! Come back come back afrin_k_m - Dearie, we are soul sisters, best friends forever and also yeah Armyy jhope - Hobiiiiiiiiiii , my dearie Army, comes and goes like lightning royaen and brightest_star - where are you early Armiesss v_smita_v - Dearie you are just magic, If there is a BTS hashtag, you'll always find it ! theunexpectedmaturity - Dearie dongsaeng, you are so cute and just lovely seesawsuga - Dearie you are suga or I feel you are cause you have same energy bangtanquotes - Deariee, you have unlimited supply of quotes for BTS minyoongibts - Deariee, another Army, where are you ? nashra - Dearie Army you are special too rjdcreations - Dear Army , you are so fun someone_alive - Dear is it a coincidence that we share our names too ? I don't think so riri - Dear new Army, I find solace in you diyakhan - Dear Army you are lovely zoi356 - Dear Army keep writing keep posting lonelywhale - Dear Army, I found you, you are not lonely anymore taekook96 - Dear Army, keep posting amazing diabolic_sugar - Deariee, my special person in Mirakee and best friend, encouraging and appreciating me. I've no words to thank you all the time you give .e a comment. U_star - Dearie, you are really a star and so far away shining forever but I'll always meet you Bhavya_7 - Deariee you remind me of Tata... So you'll be my Tata Armyyy Salomi - Dear Army, currently drawing and dedicating it to us Army here. You are lovely Kitty black - Dear Army, who have a lot of merch Ahh I can't relate... You are lovely Bangtan_network - Dear, keep writing stories I don't know when I'll be able to read them all immpecably_inept - Dear we met only recently, but we are Army so will be together forever himuchan - Deariee you are special, your BTS posts are a variety, continue posting Prathikiddo- Dear Army, I found you by myself, we are gonna be together Alishya - Dear new Army we just met each other Soul_star - Army I found when I posted this !