I love you with your colors, without your colors

I love you without your colorsI love you with your colorsblueyellow, like the sunlightunderneath the dust and the butterflieswhen you look at me the world shines in sheer brightnessthe feel of liquid over your lipsthat you wipe with your tonguecolors of pink and whitethat fizz over the ocean bluethat merge with the skies I love

The hazy blue world in Europe

She was a blonde high-school classmate who wanted to become a missionary one day. On the bus ride home, she told me about a time when someone she knew got into a car accident and almost became decapitated, or was decapitated. I eventually learned what that meant. Those days were cold and grey from what

Blue, black, grey, and ombré

She walked over to him and said, “I need to have a discussion with you.” “Ok” he said. “It’s about colors. I hate black. I hate black vehemently. I even hate grey. You know what, I hate blue too. In fact, blue repulses me. Blue is like a traitor color. But I truly hate black.

A suspicious cloud

There’s always something suspicious about a small patch of cloud against a clear blue sky