If you had asked me why blue is my favourite colour two months ago. I would have said because it is the colour of your eyes, the colour that makes me feel like I am floating on the Dead Sea but now I know that the salt content makes skin burn. I would have said that your eyes make me think of the Northern Lights but now I know that people spend nights sitting in the cold without seeing a single ray. I would have said that blue is my favourite colour because it is the colour of your eyes because it is the colour of the sky but now I know that the sky is not actually blue, we just perceive it that way. Maybe I perceived you wrong as well.
-but maybe love is just a game of perception
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Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
