my kind of purple

i’m colorblind.

that doesn’t mean I don’t see colors. 

I see colors.

what I don’t distinguish are their actual names.

ridiculous.

I know.

but you can live well with that.

for example:

when I see a pretty blue, 

a soft blue,

the blue that didn’t want to be sky-blue,

is when I start liking that blue.

although

it is purple. 

Publicado por purasletras

soy las letras de alguien, no la biografía de alguien. no me gustan las mayúsculas.

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