“What do you hang on the walls of your mind?” - Zora Neale Hurston
Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice it at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own.
“What do you hang on the walls of your mind?” - Zora Neale Hurston
