whenever i watch the sky turns silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening, and sometimes i'm at awe when it turns into blazing red, it makes me want to run to wherever you are and tell you all about it.
i want to tell you about how chilly the breeze was when i was standing in front of the calm waves of the sea, the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it's sent away. how the sun meets the horizon, or how the glowing orbs up in the blazing skies at night makes me think about you.
i want to tell you about how i'm drowning in the blues of life. about the butterflies.
i can't help but turn to you whenever i see the beauty of life, it's always you. and i hope you listen well, because i have tons of stories to tell about you.
loving you,
seah.
YOU ARE READING
letters never sent
Poesíavintage papers inside a bottle that has been washed away by the waves of memories, letters never sent.
