Evocative Blues

The blue that covers us – is it the sky that makes us smile when we look up? or, is it the clouds that dance with our imagination? to disappear when the sun says goodbye, was it always blue or is it an illusion of the sun’s rays through the layers that covers the Earth’s green? The blue ocean that we can swim in but are unable to capture within us, is it the blue that we are actually seeing? or, just the reflection of that illusionary sky? Where is true blue? The true blue that symbolizes a beautiful morning, and oceans that are bigger than life, in which you gave blue the meaning it holds for you. For me it is the navy blue Sari I wore when I was one, it is when I was selected, for my creativity, to be the captain of the Blue House. Blue is the color of my father’s smile when he looked at me when I won Miss Teen. When I was at my lowest my greens told me that my blue was keeping them green and we are in this together. All the emotions I felt were expressed through shades of blue when I am not able to say it in words, to cherish how I feel and not push them aside, even if it hurts and leaves me blue