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Kaili L Baker
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Stories (2/0)
Blue.
Blue is the color of wanting something but you can't touch. Its loving but not accepting the hatred that follows with ignorance. Shadows fortold of a time when i couldn't embellish a better withdraw of better sought after time and thought. Blue was wanting you but you wouldn't come closer. You hid form me and let me bond with my other friends before your drift began to resway a time of relished thoughts. Never did i think you would turn around and never did you ever turn around so i remain blue in my entirety. Not happy am i blue? But i am happy and enjoying my time as blue. Sky being a blue hue before my time of days ends. It only sways blue and black and then repeating back. I long to be blue other than other colors. Yellow second pardons at a time of bright and longing longevity of interests swayed towards happiness and kinder thoughts. Blue was the color of wanting something i couldn't have but i am still quite happy with being this hue. A deeper shade of blue relics black and i wonder whether i am left waiting as black or blue some nights because of how cold and long awaited i am to others out there that i wish to respect. Yellow mocks my entirety but i happy more than ever with the hue of blue and yellow and black all dancing and frolicing under the white stars that i wish would echo out other hues. Blue is the color of something i ever always wanted. Moreover do i ever echo the sweet sounds of blue cascading over skies of grey and black and golden yellow hues. Before my very eyes in the wake of gardens for ages to come. Never do i waste an effort of color. It can always be divided and retimed to a bigger scripture. Blue is like riding a wave in the ocean at curves tide wakening among a sea of colorful divided hues of blue. Waking under a tree beneathe thousands of flowers and a sky full of misty blue hues. Wondering what it is to make a next hue of blue is like an imagination remaking a scene. To change the hue and bond with other hues is exclaiming a change among a imagination of colors wondering what is next to their awakening.
By Kaili L Baker4 years ago in Humans
Heartist Theory
When i record a song or anything that takes time as an essence, i am recording not only the pitch granted in the real world but the pitch of a thousand repertoires worth of sound echoing in the thoughts of the mind and the heart. And with the heart we echo out feeling and emotions that collide with special pigmentations of colors or hues.
By Kaili L Baker4 years ago in Futurism