Blue was balanced on pretty little balance beams and somehow had grown flowers in his hair for when he wasn't in the pool. He giggled as he fell off the brick walls that he ran on; after all, he went to green to live in the pool that was nowhere near the ocean though they imagined it was. He laughed, and laughed, and dove into the pool on the cold side, carrying short conversations with whoever came and waving to whoever left.
blue sometimes even slipped on the edge of the water and ran home after his head sunk into the blue. But never before he rested at the very bottom and held his breath as long as he ever, ever could.
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Poetrythey called him a child and disordered for wanting to get out a series of poems meant to bridge the gap between the night sky and the blue ocean. from many people who have seen both and are hoping to change the entire world with words alone. they s...
