why the colour blue you ask?


I don't know the reason why. Maybe because it was the last colour I saw before I realized the things I loved were never obligated to love me too. 
I'll tell you what its like to see the world behind cloudy, delicate frames since I was never able to find myself a pair tinted rose. I accept blue because its gauzy and hides the swampy shade my eyes turn in june and november.
I find myself looking up and thinking about how the hottest stars are white and blue. I think about the last glimpse of blue before the sun sets in the sky and when we say bon nuit I think of the moon under your skin. I wonder about people who do things because they believe in them and for other reason at all.