I think of you in colours that don’t exist. You are my blue crayon, the one I use to colour my sky. You are my orange paintbrush, the one I use to paint my sunsets and sunrises. You are the pink and purple which I see in my dream clouds and when I exhale thick smoke.
I paint my thoughts black and my heart doesn’t bleed. I love and embrace the pain.
Real eyes realize real lies. How can I love you when I am still learning to love myself.
Twenty eight year old medical student born in Toronto, currently studying and living in Kyiv, Ukraine. More to come later; I have been through many positive and negative life experiences which have made me who I am today.