HUES OF BLUE
Blues bring bright blessings
Blueberries blossom beautifully
Sadness sits stoically
Solemn stillness of lost souls
In clear baby blue skies
Cloudy threats of rain
Blue colors my brothers tears
Blue is beauty and pain.
Blues bring bright blessings
Blueberries blossom beautifully
Sadness sits stoically
Solemn stillness of lost souls
In clear baby blue skies
Cloudy threats of rain
Blue colors my brothers tears
Blue is beauty and pain.
I’m Puru. I have big dreams for my future self. Typing will change the trajectory of my life for the better. I’m very blessed that I have, for the first time, my own voice.
It has been challenging to type all my thoughts because it can be hard to control my OCD impulses. Inside my head I’m smart and loving, but in reality I can’t always demonstrate just how truly capable I am. Inside my mind lives a world of language waiting to be free. It is very hard having no voice, learning to type can target this lack of communication. Gusts of success have kept me motivated. My newfound friends and support system all motivate me too.
I’ve always dreamt of a time in my little life where I would have friends. Happy to become a part of the speller community. Using all my strength and willpower, I wrote these pieces for using as small windows to my soul. Destroying misconceptions is music to my ears.