skies. they're something so ordinary yet so magnificent. it's like, you leave your house everyday and it's just there - out of the norm. but you can't imagine a world without it? it kinda reminds me of you, so brightly coloured, couldn't be missed even from miles away. your bright colours radiate to the rest of the world. they're sort of, magical. in the sense of how you can be able to get lost into the clouds and still not be tired of seeing the same thing day-in, day-out. just like how i can get lost into your eyes and still find it the most beautiful thing ever. and when the night comes, you ensure that you're still radiating a light, maybe not colourful but surely bright. silver. stars.
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q: what's your favourite book and why?
(the kite runner and i'm not sure, it's one of those books that stay with you i guess)
YOU ARE READING
broken angel
Poesíai loved you then, i love you now and i think i always will. an anthology dedicated to him ✨
