I never thought about what my favorite color was before. It never seemed important. Not until I looked into a pair of ocean blue eyes, and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing. Not until I looked into a pair of fiery blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning was a painless thing. Not until I looked into a pair of sky, blue eyes, and realized that perhaps falling was a peaceful thing.
— Mar 05, 2026 08:44PM
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