Can’t believe it’s been two years.
Maybe blue is the color of memory.
I can’t seem to escape it…
It follows me, whispering in my ear, “remember, remember the love, remember the pain, remember the brightness, and how you will continue to move forwards”.
It follows me in writing:
It follows me into museums, illuminated
I can’t seem to escape the color blue.
Blue is bright like the neon quoted sign, lighting up the wall behind it mixing gently with the warm yellow of the murmuring bulb above. Blue dead dead dead cannot get past the blue that is cold blue is sad. Blue unearthed in the Egyptian soil, beautifully crafted, mixed with gold, rich and royal. Blue sidewalk spray painted, blue surrounding, consuming water, blue up above sky far away wanderer. Blue is everywhere.