I used to think blue eyes were pretty, his were not. his were not cornflower, sapphire, baby, indigo, azure, or cloudy sky blue. His were midnight where the light pollution from the city blocks the stars. Iceberg, squall, hypothermia, eventual death
Isn't it beautiful How the most vivid colors and scenes Can be created from Only the black and white on a page? Movement, harmonies, blends of hues Described with only memories wished from a writer to you.
I'd rather live through the trauma That i know, Instead of starting a new one.
I was given the choice of living with my father and my mother (and her boyfriend). He's abusive but I'd rather suffer through the trauma I know than a new type of trauma where i wouldn't know how to deal with it.