White and blue
Today I am blue,
madl, deeply blue
depe thathe Marianas Trench,
Because that seems to be where my soul has escaped to, the bottom of the ocean.
I am blue today,as if I am covered by a cerulean blanket, smothered,
and I just can't fight hard enough to move anymore.
I am blue today, but I can feel the change approaching, a storm of white on the horizon.
Soon I will be lost in a snow storm,
buoyed on a euphoric cloud,
looking down with a gleam in my eye on the pieces of myself that I have left in the ocean.
I may laugh,
because I know that I don't need those pieces
I may laugh,
but make no mistake, this is not happiness,
This is another thing entirely,
this is the days that I am white, dangerously light.
Watch as I cycle, blue and white,
Forever fluctuating.
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