Soft sunshine, pastel sky and watercolour flowers spring wouldn’t bloom without April showers
white cotton clouds will darken sometimes but the melody of rain... the sweetest among lullabies
my sight will haze sometimes too but once vision clears, that’s when I really see blue
you get used to it — then dependent; keep feeding this feeling now without it I'm nothing.
The sun becomes tasteless compared to poisonous bittersweet storm .