all these things...
every shade of you, it's like the baby blue sky
disguised in motives, ethics, and tones having
dialogues in the syntax of a photo's sentences
gripped in your unimaginable fantasy's realm,
phenomenal than any kind of real one, defined
through the undefinable definition of our love
created into the universe with all these things,
just a little bit to bleed in our whispers' colors
written every day in the ink of a story's sound