Some of us wear our hearts on our sleeves. Others, on our collars. So, when we forget to fold our sleeves upwards and get it stained, some of us, finally do it then and the others don't, still. But, either way, the damage is done. The war, commenced. And that's how we learn to recognise people through the colour of their clothes, with no glasses but a falling eyesight. don't tell me you know it when you don't. :) #theunsungquill #poetry #white_nowadays