THE TRUTH ABOUT CERULEAN - ♡ in which a girl writes poetic proses and short stories to relieve herself of her blues, woes, worries, and self-preservation. ~ "You remind me so much of the color cerulean," he murmured as he continued to carress his fingers against soft skin, like a paint brush on canvas--like a cloud taped to sky. There was a minute of silence before the girl could directly look into his eyes--the intensity of feelings much stronger than what had happened minutes ago. "Why so?" "You are the peace and tranquility I need in this world of lacking of it." ~ All Rights Reserved 2020 written by crynge