How the horizon separates the sea and the sky reminds me of how the present keeps the past and the future in their own places. The past exists by living and the future lives as uncertainty. They never sleep and we love to wait for the sun to confirm that they are contradiction.
How the horizon separates the sea and the sky reminds me that eyes are the prettiest liars. Eyes are living within us, telling that the present is a straight line and clear, that everything is small, that things don’t matter.
I see blue beyond the infinity. Just like every second I see you and I cheated through your hazel eyes.
I don’t know where to put you, the sea or the sky, or beyond. I can’t find you in the horizon. I know that eyes are the prettiest liars alive within me.