The sky has a story to tell. The ocean reflects its story, but we can only have a glimpse of it, however, for we only live on the coastlines and can't yet venture out deeper into the middle of the ocean, where more of the sky can be seen.
We do see a part of its story, however. Like how the sun bleeds into the horizon until the ocean extinguishes its flames. Like how the stars look like lanterns floating on the ocean surface at night.
The sky has a story to tell, just like all of us.
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Poetry[ poetry/short stories/collection ] ❝ you made the truth into what I lied, and I lied that I was beautiful ❞ . . . a collection of rainbows, theories, and dreams, of words faded around the edges with meanings that nothing could ever fade. a...
