Blue

The blue mountains through the window seem grey...
The sky isn't weeping, but I am today...
The sun hidden behind the long, eerie clouds, and my pen feels heavy...
Taking the words of my soul to realities paper thoughts..

I don't like voicing whats been on my mind for so long.
Making thoughts become real...
Making them come to life...
And to make me try and heal.

I often smile and hide the things that make my eyes bare rivers...
Or make my tulips die as the soil of my skin soaks up the salty shivers...
But yet the numbness of the whole valley:
My body...
My mind...
My soul...
And the rest of the time are taken.

And by what? I don't know...

Even the ink in my pen is blue...
And all I can do is feel the colour run down my face.
When you hurt so much, you literally begin to ache...
Your whole body moans at the absence of 'feeling'...

But 'feeling' what? I can't remember...

Blue is most of our earth.
The sky is blue, the rain, the oceans, the seas...
Even our body turns blue when bruised enough...

And maybe that is what God was trying to tell us through the blue birds song...
Love is hurt.
Love is blue.

Blue is the colour that was on his heart when he knew there was no hope for the humans black hole...

And again, I look out the window and see the mountains...
The clouds have moved and rested upon them..
And I see...
Blue.