purple.

if your mind works like mine, you'll hear the sound of colour. its different for everyone, but the sound of purple fills me with nothing but utter rage. and yet its one of my favourite sounds. isn't that weird? how my most disliked colour is my favourite sound? the way the pigments flow, the way the shades blend. sometimes it can look nice, when used right. but sometimes- sometimes it can become the most frustrating and irritating sound {and colour}. its loud, way to loud. and no matter what i do- it doesn't stop. it rings and rings and rings. but then it does stop, all on its own. and all i feel is comfort, until the rage comes back and the cycle begins again.

purple reminds me of you. and you fill me with rage. and you fill me with comfort.