I think I can’t escape, but I could. I don’t want to. I want to nestle and snuggle close to you. Can you make my pain go away? Would that even be the best thing? Can I embrace this like I want to be close to you? Do I have to choose?
Nothing comes of this longing. Nothing good, and nothing bad. I give up in the face of the blue. That doesn’t help either. I’m looking for an out and I can’t find one. There is only the blue.
Blue doesn’t have a morality. It’s neither good nor bad. It just is. Thinking I can out think it is where I made my first mistake. I don’t want to run any more.
I don’t know anything but blue.
I don’t even know what this is about. No clue. Just filtering out from my fingers.
Don’t be blue. Join me with the NEW Five Minute Friday at Kate Motaung’s place. (General details here.) You can find a bunch of folks who have managed to sit still long enough to scavenge something from the unruly hoard of thoughts. No judging allowed.