Violet;
I don't know where to start.. My mood has completely changed for a while. The scent of rain has settled in my lungs, my breath smells like wet soil, the crowd of my thoughts has calmed down, and the multitude of my emotions have settled deep in my heart and turned into gray and blue colors.
Even now, as I am writing to you, the words flow from my pen onto the paper and take on the gray and blue color of my heart.
Reading them is incomprehensible to others. I know it is. Most of them do not read the colors hidden behind the mask of the words and are content with reading the appearance of the words. I don't know how they can pass the small world behind those sentences.
But you are different and I know that you see the colors of my heart in the letters of my words.
You have no idea how good it feels to finally find someone who embraces your colors and how hyped I am that you are the one to do that for me.
Even when you're not even real.
YOU ARE READING
The Fig Tree
PoetryA series of a teenager's mental secretions, living through the distorting lenses of a bell jar. Just random holy yap. (جدی نگیرید ولی... روانیم.) Started in: July 12, 2024 Finished in: probably never
