Finding Beauty In the Dissonance

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chris. bookworm, aspiring writer & poet. recovering cynic. 19. boston, ma. my blog is dedicated to the things that make me feel most comfortable and inspire me. besides the things tagged /mine, nothing here is my own. i post photography and writing occasionally.

writingsforwinter:

As a child I was constantly sticking my fingers in sockets

and trying to figure out if grief had its own color

so my mother sat me down on the sofa and took out the Pantone book,

paged through it for an hour until we found the blues.

There, I said, that one, and pointed to cerulean.

Oh honey,…