imagery and wonderment swirl in my head

salt sea and sand mix together in my throat

sun is out

sun is gone

it doesn't matter what day it is

each second is the future of the last

every second that passes I am aware of

I feel lost in time, the most nonlinear of thieves

I often wonder what if blue time stopped

would my blue mind be suspended in thought?

perhaps my blue thoughts would be perfectly paused

and I would not remember the standstill at all

truly, if one cannot remember something

one cannot fathom that it happened at all

all of this in the mention of blue