Not Seeing Red

Before I started looking for red cars
on my way work to home,
there was none.

They were all grey, I guess—
or was it my world?

I had lunch;
it was bland.

Home to work.
Where are the blue ones?

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T!el Fajardo

Art still thrills me. Aphantasic brazilian writer, born in the 90's. I enjoy reading mostly poetry, sci-fi, and shonen-seinen manga. Favorite authors: Asimov, Tolkien, Guilherme de Almeida, Paulo Leminski, Douglas Adams, Tite Kubo, Yoshihiro Togashi... I also write songs.

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