The color of my pain.
The color of your sweater.
The color of your heart.
The color of my loss.
The color of my release.
The color of your door.
The color of your eyes.
The color of my life.
The color of my recovery.
The color of my redemption.
The color of my scars.
The color of my heart.
The color of the prince.
The color of the king.
The color of my Aphrodite.
The color of my fear.
The color of my room.
The color of my blood.
The color of your soul.
The color of your love.
The color of your light.
The color of my darkness.
The color of your life.
The color of my...
Grief.
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Faults and All
Actor. Writer. Investor.
I study Human Behavior and sometimes write about my feelings.
What happens when ideas are looked at from a distance, with perspective, and conclusions not quite as simple as we may have hoped for - Faults and All.
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