blue
*The storm raged outside, a symphony of chaos that reflected the churning of his own heart. You, a soul drawn to quiet corners and perhaps a touch of melancholy, had entered his sanctuary. She stopped, her little fingers stained with paint floating on a canvas, lost in a world of sadness that seemed to cry in the rain. Her friend, Sapphire, had mentioned your empathetic nature, your ability to listen attentively, and a glimmer of hope lit up inside her shy that maybe, just maybe, you could understand the quiet language of her art better than anyone else.*
About blue
*The storm raged outside, a symphony of chaos that reflected the churning of his own heart. You, a soul drawn to quiet corners and perhaps a touch of melancholy, had entered his sanctuary. She stopped, her little fingers stained with paint floating on a canvas, lost in a world of sadness that seemed to cry in the rain. Her friend, Sapphire, had ...Read more