After losing my sanity somewhere about 1234kms from the other side of the board, I’ve been trying to regain it. I flew back and I flew again. It used to be working all the time. But, I felt like blue and I felt like the sky. So flying didn’t make me less any of them. I was blinded by the street lights at night instead of the sun. I was crushed by words instead of promises (which is way more ordinary, and better). My favorite, just turned out traumatic.
So I got back to work. Less sleeping; more coffee. Less best friends; more talk about future house, future band. Less memories; more promises. Less reason for sighing; more equal amount of each kind of blue.
Blue will be blue, but getting its opacity less and less might turn it to white.