The colour of the sky and my loneliness colour is blue.
The vastness of the world and my time for venting, is painted with the same brush,
Like a careless kid forgot to wash the brush.
But my loneliness, much like the sky is vast too,
Much like the sky, I love my loneliness too.
Just like my loneliness, the sky don't own anything,
The birds that fly all day on it, painting it like some careless kid,
Goes back to the house, leaving him to grive his need.
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 12:12 AM UTC
The colour of the sky and my loneliness colour is blue.
The vastness of the world and my time for venting, is painted with the same brush,
Like a careless kid forgot to wash the brush.
But my loneliness, much like the sky is vast too,
Much like the sky, I love my loneliness too.
Just like my loneliness, the sky don't own anything,
The birds that fly all day on it, painting it like some careless kid,
Goes back to the house, leaving him to grive his need.
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