blue

blue. blue used to be my favourite colour. blue. blue is the serene moonlight that peeks its face from the shadows of the dark alleyway, blue is the empty sky; the sky looks lonely, the moon is not with him tonight. the stars alone do not suffice in the place of such a celestial body. blue. blue is the colour i have been most used to, for what i’ve known it more than any other colour; blue is peace and tranquillity. but funnily enough, i don’t remember the last time i have neither experienced peace or tranquility. blue is what i wanted to be but i realised blue wasn’t as versatile as i wished it had been, it was too common for someone like me.

blue. blue is the glint in his eyes as i hold him in my arms, caressing his hair and lightly stroking his cheek with my thumb. blue. blue is what the oceans are, blue is big and ferocious just like the deepest waters, blue breathes life and where there is blue, there is existence. blue. blue is the colour that looks best on him even though he doesn’t know it because i never voice it well enough, though i cannot fathom how he alone possesses the halo of the angels above; his skin practically shining when the moon, too, stares at him in awe. blue.

blue. blue are the flames that dance in my stomach when my heart flutters at the mere thought of him. the flames ignite greater and they jump to my throat, the flames are modelled into words of praise that i shower him with in my letter to him, but these alphabets stringed together to form coherent phrases will not grace his gentle eyes. blue. blue is intimacy and blue is what makes me want to peel my own skin off at times because blue is not what i can clash with and win. yet, my heart sees blue in everything. blue is everywhere, whether i mean for it to be that way or not, blue is beyond anything and everything i’ve ever had. hence, now that i think about it, maybe blue remains my favourite colour after all. blue.