Colours That Don’t Exist
written by: Hamza Chowdhry
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.
Paint me grey and wait for me.
Hamza Chowdhry
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.
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