# blue

sadness has a warm color in my head. it feels like an old friend.

it makes me feel human, whole, yet empty.

it makes me write.

I get nothing but happiness, and then I poured the rest into what we used to be. white sheets.

I can only see ink, red. I used to write all in black, and dress in blue from head to toe. but my cat doesn’t let me dress black again.

I write blue now, and dress red.

am I bleeding out? because I feel I’m going numb each second, and when I see you, everything feels like a waterfall.

will it be red



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