my yearnings are all far-fetched dreams.
The weather promises a bright future.
dear the future. you were shaped by now.
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.