Jang Ri In featuring Xiah Junsu - Timeless.

Note: This is a work of fiction and has zero to do with my personal life. Just saying. Interpret as you will, comment and let me know your thoughts. (:

Empty.

You’re roaming the halls of an art gallery. Marveling at the exquisite pieces scattered all over the rooms, packed into little corners with plaques describing the artist, the story behind the art and their visions.

Statuesque sculptures carved from ice cold marble, magnificent portraits with their swirling colors, so carefully detailed and captured so realistically that you can’t help but wonder if they were once alive and somehow frozen into their current state of being. Some are locked in depictions of war, sheer determination on their faces as they raise their swords high, ready to strike. Some are melancholic, sadness emanating off of their being, tears trailing down their cheeks as they curl into a ball, consoling themselves with the warmth of their own bodies. Some are in a state of utter joy with permanent laugh lines around their eyes as they frolic underneath an acrylic yellow sun, basking in the warmth, bright green grass underneath their feet.

Everything is so vivid that you never want to turn away, as you wonder what might happen next.

Yet, you move forward. Still in awe of everything you have seen thus far. Wanting nothing more than to remember all that you have seen forever and to have a piece of it all to take home with you.

And then… you come across something that catches your eye. A delicate piece of ivory, carved into the shape of a strong, powerful lion. Onyx eyes glistening like stars in the midnight sky, its fiery mane thick and lush, perfectly defined like the rest of its anatomy. Yet… despite its proud countenance, you see a glimpse of warmth in its eyes… you even see a hint of love. That’s when you notice what’s next to it. An elegant lioness, lying right beside the great lion. Her own head held high, a paw placed over her partner’s bigger one as she gazes into the open, her own onyx eyes sparkling with complete affection for the lion whom watches over her, protecting.

Even looking at the two ivory lions, makes you feel protected. Loved. You’re overwhelmed with emotions you never knew possible, a far cry from the previous works of art you’ve gazed upon. So you just stand there. Allowing yourself to feel everything, opening your heart up to all those emotions.

Suddenly, the light dims upon the lions. Darkness envelopes them from each side and you gasp. You bound forward in a desperate attempt to save the carvings but to no avail. It’s disappeared. Vanished into thin air. You look around hastily as you struggle to understand what just happened. You had beauty at your very fingertips and it was marvelous. You had the opportunity to set your sight upon something that was made with complete love and care by the artist. You were privileged enough to have been blessed with something amazing.

But it just isn’t meant to be.

And you’re left with emptiness once again as you walk out of the gallery, head hanging. Disappointment and grief circling the thoughts in your head, tears welling up in your eyes as the feelings get stronger with each passing moment.

Empty.

Oh, so empty.