the ocean is at peace in the morning.
the fog like a coffin white.
and I remember the old days, where everything seemed light and blue. think of what could’ve been and never bloomed.
I hear your soul song.
blue in sky. blue at night. blue in soul. blue at heart.
absence of color today.
though we can’t see her, Hope flies for us.
happy is today.
frustration chews at your soul.
morning quite subdued, with happiness glowing blues.