Colour Blue

Colour Blue

A Story by Calypiso
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You don't know how you know, but that color, it's blue.

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Colour. Blue

 

What is my name? who am i? Why can't i remember? What is this stuff im sitting on? Why am i here? In this place, this, i can feel it, terrible place. But, how do i know, how do i know what is terrible if i don't know what this place is, if i don't know my own name? How do i know what a name is, if i can't remember anything? I know i should know this, but yet i know few things. I know these are words, i know im thinking in english. Or mabey russian, i must be bilingual. How do i know what bilingual is? How do i know the difference between Russian and English? I look up to try and clear by brain. Blue. The sky is Blue.

© 2011 Calypiso


Author's Note

Calypiso
i was staring at a blue sticky note, thought it was a good idea, i might have to do more clors now that ive got this one and Darkness isnt Black up. please read and review!!

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Added on October 26, 2011
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Calypiso
Calypiso

Sacramento, CA



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Hello there fellow being of earth and beyond. I am Calypiso, the Sci-Fyi writer from beyond. I write for many stories and am working on a novel at the moment.If you want details on any of my current s.. more..

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