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