Blue

Blue. The depths of the soul through the blue lens of my eyes. The splashing of the waves of my inner core. Waves, moving fluid, love. The crashing of the sea, angst. The endless blue sky, hope. The icebergs of my native land, icy, cold, angry. The soft pitter-pattering of the raindrops on my window.

Blue. But what is a color? Blue is who I am. Happy, sad, hopeful, mad, so many shades of flavor. I will ride the waves of blue, for I am every shade.

From the depths of my soul through the lens of my eyes.

Blue.