seasons of blue

parts of blue

River bed 

Another summer sunday river. Don't match Blue’s dizzy mood okay. Worst case scenario the brain has to say. He did not just throw up did he? 

Plastics on side, waste on board, Blue instead focused on watching a small indigo beside.  From his view, a good way to start the day blue.

The river from his window was where he 

Stay. All day under dark at my regular venue. 

He thought about something. More thinking. 

Overload. Blue was addicted to feeling blue. 

Tiny window, smaller room. He could gaze outside. Right beside was a reflection of him. 

Stretched with thin glass, he could see park blue started brushing his teeth.

Sing

Above a green lasting grass underneath was a sand, 

I could use the rest of my time to count them, until 

I looked to my side where someone lies down, closing his eyes

I couldn't imagine today was a summer, our 18th day together 

Blue started to sing

Clouds were drifting to form a smiley face and the horses and babies were racing. Obviously the babies were faster. The wind moved the leaves back and forth. Like a falling leaf, Side to side. The ocean breeze made our eyes go ah.