Blue. The colour of the empty sky in the middle of the day. It's the colour of the ocean when you kiss him under the bright moon. Blue is smooth. Blue is what you see when you hear someone talking and you feel calm and relaxed. Blue is when it rains and you feel so amazing you walk outside anyway and splash in the puddles and sing while rain pours down around you. But Blue is also when you get that phone call. The one that will change your life. Blue is when you hear 'it just isn't working, you and me'. Blue is when you spend all day in your room because you can't stand to see the Blue faces of all the people who feel sorry. Blue is what they see when they see you so upset. Despite all this, Blue can also be the colour of going down to the cottage and seeing your dog run up to the door barking at a squirrel. Blue is listening to the waves crash on the shore as you lay awake. Blue is when your best friend drags you up to the stage to sing karaoke with them at a bar despite your arguing. Blue is the feeling of standing up on that stage and realizing you're having fun after all. Blue is when he runs his fingers across your arms or though her hair. Blue is when you kiss and fireworks go off in your mind. Blue is when you wake up the next morning with the biggest smile on your face and you roll over to see the biggest smile on his. Blue is beautiful and Blue is crazy and Blue makes us feel at home wherever we are. Whether we are going through the toughest struggle anyone has gone through. Whether we're leaving the country for the first time, alone. Blue, is what brings us back to the place we feel safe.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Random Spurts of Inspiration Turned Into Artistic Passages
PoesíaThese are just going to be tiny little poem type things because sometimes I get lots of inspiration but don't have anything surrounding it to turn it into an actual story.
