Curate, connect, and discover
Blue Color - Blog Posts
There's a pool of sadness in my being.
And sometimes I can hear it sing.
An eerie voice lingering long after it ends.
Accompanied by ghostly visions of the past.
Sometimes it sings at dawn.
And sometimes it sings when I am asleep.
But always, always, it sings only when I am alone.
The constant hum has a blue softness.
Almost like the way my smile looks on my tired days.
But on rare days the hum becomes a vibrant violet.
And feels like the shade of the magic in my eyes.
The songs are about the things I hold in my heart.
Like the stories of my childhood times,
and the places where I left pieces of who I am.
But on nights when I can no longer fall asleep,
the songs take on a familiar tune.
They become the whispers of the restless sea,
and the slow crackling of the campfire on the shore.
It brings back the smell of the waves,
the vibrations of their crashing spreading through my bones.
For a brief moment, I become a child again.
Free to laugh and smile,
and free to sleep without the usual accompaniment of nightmares.
Even though all of this is in my head,
simply the long gone moments from my past,
the ghostly visions are what keeps me sane.
Reminding me that not always will life be so blue.
And that blue is not always so sad.
Knowing this, the pool of sadness sings on and on.
The humming taking on a sweeter tone.
© Moonyloonywitch
💚💙🩵