“Why do flowers wither? Why do stars fall?” I hear her voice in my head. She’s always been a curious one.

Things end the way they are meant to; like the waves that crash at my feet. There’s still lights out. The sun has set but somehow the clouds have yet to taken over.

The blue sea meets the blue sky somewhere far. It’s windy here and there’s dark clouds around. The blues have become darker. Just like me.

“Why are you sad?” She asks me. I wonder why. The only thing I can’t think of is when I am not. “You’re asking the wrong question” I reply.
“When am I not?” I add with a smile.

It’s darker now. I feel somehow I’m being split apart. I look ahead. Blue is all I have. I wish I could give you all of my blues.

I have nothing left to give.

“I always ask the wrong question, huh?” She seems angry. I nod. There’s something that can never be fixed.

“You know….” I say.
I wonder when I’ve started speaking to myself again.

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blue | sep ‘22