ใผ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐.
The reason why he could feel his own feet right on the ground was always a promise about tommorow. As every people he met keep saying the same damn thing about how colourful the world was. Seven colours of rainbow, it was only three that existed for him. No one would listen and he never asked to be known. He painted a poignant smile, the truth that he was a colourblind, yet still nodded his head for a yes.
Black and white, within the red or green remained had mistaken. A clueless man among of the confusing routes, those steps never stopped for finding its path. He was a loner, everyone knew. His heart found dead since the very first time he opened his eyes to greet the world. He used to it and could never change. To be tough, to be rough by his own companion.
The day has came. Such a rascal for cursing about a sight he would never believe. Admitted himself, yet still getting pulled off by the otherโs gravity. No, no one could escape.
No one could escape from the sweetest smile and the warmest gaze of a completely stranger in only three seconds. There he was.
He started to wonder if angel really exists. The one with broken wings and scars all over his skin. Full of scars, yet still beautiful.
The two of dead souls tried so hard to not to fall, once again. In the name of stupid thing called love, they started to get pulled by the strings.
The strings of craving, wanting, and lurking for each other.
โ๐๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด?โ
โ๐๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต, ๐บ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ. ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด?โ
โ๐ ๐ฐ๐ถใผ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด.โ
No one would listen and he never asked to be known. He painted a poignant smile, the truth that he was a colourblind, yet still nodded his head for a yes.
Someone, someone was willing to teach him about colours.
โ๐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ, ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ช๐ต.โ