Fragments
Living pigmentations of one’s imagination,
Inferring colors makes our vision blurry, but the scorching sun rests our eyes once again.
Fog covers the lenses of reality, making our eyes peel at the slightest sight of life.
Existence taunts our ideals and warps our abilities.
Copyright © Linea Hancock | Year Posted 2024
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