Him

everything is blue..

He was blue..hah but not that blue of the lullaby... He was that navy poetic blue..the color that introduced you to your thoughts right?you took a glimpse and suddently you forgot how to breathe.. But if you take a deep look you can see your soul and all those broken pieces laid on the floor will be attached. So peaceful, so fearless..,and,well,naive.. I can see through the blue... Its telling me a story... A young girk wearing her overalls and a man...wearing his marin hat, dancing by the port..being mindless, without giving a shit about anything else...its just the two of them..their escape. They seem so happy together...sometimes I wonder if anyone is really hapoy...and I hope they are.But then..when you turn the bottle around the scenery changes.Its dark and frightening but well even the brightest things have a shadow right?well,,I can see a girl..more like a woman.she is in the woods, burnt trees.. Leaves on the ground. She is pale.. Wearing a white plain dress..bare foot..naked hands..white freckly face, dark wavy hair... She is dancing,so gracefully, so controllable. Watching every move she makes,I can feel the pain, the patience,the ignorance... And I can feel him.now...his dark side wins once again.he is broken and no one cares..he is acting so happy but..I csn feel him..he cant hide from me..I can see him.I do care