May 2011
9 posts
Colours
Sometimes.
Sometimes I get so frustrated, that you cannot understand me. That I speak a different language that is composed of colours and tastes and textures. Where you cannot understand the comfort of satin-y purple under fluorescent lights. That you don’t know the sweet ideas of a sweatshirt grey that’s like cold chocolate ice cream on your tongue and everything that entails.
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