I walked past a garden of blue felicias underneath the canvas of a grey sky; Swaying and waving to the wind, they were the bristles of a brush staining the canvas with the colour of their dye.
I stood there at the fence before the floral yard, the beaming halcyon blue left me starry-eyed, but I dared not let my feet saunter that far, cause the events of the past still haunted my mind.
In a walk down the memory lane I stood in a field that wasn't so blue, murkiness murked in the garth and the air smelled smokey and corrosive.
I looked down at my feet charred and the petals of the felicia burnt one by one, the sky wasn't burning nor did it rain ashes in the flowerbed -now a graveyard, it was the venom that dripped from my mind turned virulent.
Shades of blue never made me weep rather it was always the sulky grey, as it reminded me of all the happiness that I got but couldn't keep cause the sanity in my mind was led astray.
For now, I guess I'll just stay at the fence cause like the stars, some things are better admired from afar, but I hope one day my wait would end and the felicias would grow wherever the earth meets my feet and its scars.
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