—to be seen yet remain hidden.
I was searching for you in all the corners of this noisy dark room, yet I could not find
a trace of your presence. It’s been a year since I last saw you, at this same room and same event. Funny how you maintain being my eyes’ favorite sight after all these years…
—Red
I was searching for you in all the corners of this noisy dark room, yet I could not find a trace of your presence. It’s been a year since I last saw you, at this same room and same event. Funny how you maintain being my eyes’ favorite sight after all these years… —Red
flashback when we fell in loveI was donning a gray pulloverYou’re dressed in denimI walked into the room trying to find somethingBut instead, I found youEye contactsEyes get wide‘been here for two yearsWonder why this feels like the first time—Red https://pin.it/7IV8Hif
Writings of Red 