Thoughts Left Behind

Blue (Poem)

*Poem*

Blue.

It's such a sad colour.

Don't get me wrong, there are plenty shades of blue that are beyond gorgeous.

But...

Those seem to always have a bit more green or red than just... Blue.

Blue just looks so, so...

Lonely.

Blue looks empty.

Sad and flat.

When you think of blue you may think of the sky, or the ocean.

Both endless voids.

It's a terrifying thought, really. Being stuck, suspended seemingly in time, surrounded by,

Blue.

Be it the sky or the ocean.

Blue scares me.

I wonder why?

Blue.

It's calm, it's relaxed.

It's the colour that washes over you when your mother sings a lullaby to you as a child.

Blue,

Shouldn't be scary.

It's supposed to be a gentle hug, something you can surround yourself with when you crave comfort.

I am lonely.

At least, I think I am.

I don't want to be,

Alone.

I don't want to be suspended in,

Blue.

It scares me and yet,

Looking up at the sky relaxes me more than anything.

Maybe it's the clouds, or the birds I see twittering about.

Maybe it's the planes and the trails they leave behind them that distract me from the helpless feeling of getting lost in the blue.

Or.

Maybe it's that lost feeling that relaxes me.

The way my heart speeds up then slows down at the realization;

There's nothing I can do.

Maybe,

It's when I stare long enough at an empty sky so it becomes an empty canvas,

A flat, tangible thing I can keep away to reveal some unknown mystery,

That I feel most comforted.

Blue.

It still scares me.

But,

Now I find comfort in that.

I can feel lost, yet grounded, in some unexplainable way.

Blue.

I no longer wonder why that colour scares me.

I have connected the dots.

I know why I'm scared.

But,

That's for another day.

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Hey, this is a poem I found in my journal from a year or so ago. I hope it wasn't too bad.

This is how I've always felt about the sky, and the colour of the sky. That specific shade of blue.

Anywho, thanks for reading! See you tomorrow.

Ciao