The thing about the color blue that fascinates me so much is its depth. Or, should I say, its ability to depict depth or distance. The deeper the ocean the darker the color. The further away the bluer the horizon appears. You follow the path and once you go far enough, where you currently are was once covered in a blue fog, or so it seemed. Because here you are and it’s clear but look out in any direction and there it is again. The constant blue. It’s dependable in that way. It’s always out there in a place you will never attain. Depth and distance will forever be laced in blue but we will never receive the blue that’s always out there. There is a longing in blue thats so lonesome and painful it feels just like that cold I’ve sometimes been described as.
I’m peculiar. There are many things about me that may be difficult to understand and I don’t always say the right things but I want to continue to try. Every day I meet people who are full of life and inspired, but I can always sense the blue in others. I can spot the blue a mile away, for that is where it’s deepest and I find that it often hurts me too.
“Be careful,” my mother says to me. I laughed at her. How ridiculous. She knows better than that. I’ve always been far better at picking myself up and dusting off than I ever have playing it safe. Most of my best mistakes were accidents and the best developments that occurred were birthed in pain. I don’t want the cold anymore, and I’ll always love the blue but lately I’m feeling fiery and I thinks it’s time to try a new hue.