There are times still, in a distant retrospect which plays in a backward looping circle of endless memorial transitions between who I was and who I am dreaming to become.I faintly remember watching them laugh when I painted my first masterpiece. ‘It is too blue, as if someone whitewashed it with hurt’‘It is disfigured andContinue reading “masterpiece”
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What does blue taste like?
What does blue taste like?Is it close to the salty water of the seas and the oceans?Or the cradles of the the clouds in the sky?I wish it tasted like how my tears do,As they flow down my eyesTravel through my cheeks and reach my mouth;They are half parts salty and half parts sour,With sprinklesContinue reading “What does blue taste like?”
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