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 , transfixed in your unthinkable fantasy's realm to a buoyant degree than any realness, defined candidly by the undefined contour of our love, sowed in the universe through all these things just a little bit to bleed in the whispers' colors, written daily with the ink of a story's prospect