Everything is blue in this world.
Everything is so simple and desperate.
I know that there are so many other colors to be seen by these hopeful
eyes, and that this emotion only serves this very moment; I know this will come
to pass.
I know that this is a temporary comfort, one that I allow myself to feel
for only a moment longer. There may be comfort in sadness, but it is only a
brief comfort followed by an emptiness that echoes the worst of days ahead.
Everything is quiet and cold now, and from this vantage point I can see
the road that I have traveled, I just can’t tell how far that actually is; I am
not sure if that even matters to be honest.
Everything is so still now, and all I can hear is the beat of my heart
that tells me that I am still alive, that I have not been broken past the point
of fixing, that I am not defeated, not destroyed, and that I have not become a
complete stranger to myself.
Everything is blue in this world, but only for this moment, because I
remember what color looks like, I remember what warmth feels like, and I
remember what a smile really means.
Everything is blue, but only for now...only as I reflect just a moment
longer, after that I will let all the colors rush in.
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