Maybe it's just a matter of time, or just a matter of patience...
I see blue. Deep, dark, endless blue. There's something burning inside my being, something I can't control because I have no clue of what it is. I just feel blue. It's like a continuous waiting-to-pass second, that second that lasts centuries.
My mind is the labyrinth and I am my own Minotaur. I'm running against myself and I battle my reflexion in every mirroed rain drop.
My blue is peaceful. It revolves me and caress me and comfort me and destroys me. It kills me because the star is too high, because the sparkle won't sparkle for me.
I gotta sparkle myself, but my blue lacks air. And my sparkle needs oxigen... I must look for oxigen, I must find my air and fly high and kiss the star and see I am dreaming... I fall.
It's still too blue, it echoes, and the rain drops of my red, distant apples tremble. They are as clueless as me. Not knowing what to wait for, what step to take, what chances to risk taking. Lost in blue.