I used to hate the color blue.
Made me uncomfortable and I didn’t understand it.
I couldn’t feel it.
Now it means more to me than a color.
It’s a process. Sometimes a state of being.
A feeling at times.
It’s therapeutic. Calming.
And I desire more.
Every heart, every ocean, every word, everything.
Those nerves, those curves, my smile, my wings.
Will go blue
With the wind.
And that’ll turn blue too.
Your troubles, and mine. Someday they’ll all be blue…