I can tell you what the
color blue is, without
saying the very word itself once.
It is the skip of shiver that makes even
the smallest of hairs jump along the spine of
your back. It is a floof of tears pouring from
even the deepest parts of your battered soul.
If is the color of you heart after
losing the one you love most, morphing into
nothing much but a cold, shapless stone, It is the
color of your swollen eyes and chapped lips
from loss of life-- or rather, loss of love never
held. The very color that paints the sky in
the latest hours-- reflecting the mere souls of
the lonely staring at the deep sky, forever lost in
thought. It is the very color that encompasses
depression, and taints each and every curvature
of the word itself. It is the color that leaks
from every piece of your broken heart, and the very
same color that your heart becomes forevermore.
And of that the snowflakes that gather on
your fingers, after you let go of the one you
love. And of being lost in the middle of the deep
sea, drowning in the depths of waters
whilst being choked, and losing life. It is the color
of downfall, and cascade, and of losing something you
sonce held in your hands so dearly. But most
clearly, my dear, it is the color that embodies
empitness; hidden beneath each syllable of the word
empty itself.
(Julie Martinez)
I can tell you what the color blue is, without saying the very
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