In a haze state of mind , there comes a time when
Color is the only verbalization needed
It somehow expresses what and who you are at that moment

This is remembering blue
The place in the mind where
Everything ,is not so periwinkle , not an ounce of tingle
Just where pain is stored , sad memories are held
An life is the sweetest shade of Plumb Blue

Different shades of Blue which can determine the degree
Of your Blues

Is the feel of sky blue when your eyes are directed to heaven
Asking God , for answers to the questions you asked late in the
Wee Midnight Blue mindset

There’s the Greysmoke Blue , that has been blown in your
Direction using the concealed confection Blue not quite allowing you to see
Thru the Misty Blue Mentality

It’s the Ignited Blue that sits at the base of the flame
You want to touch cause its , not allowed not within reach
An point blank the fear of Bruised Blue hurts

It’s the Water Blue that forms in the corner of the eye
Awaiting you to give it birth

Its sometimes the Unbearable blue
When you question the overcast ,& shadowed
Blue that has found a home in your Mountainside Blue heart
that you have allowed to wither whimsically blue do not enter signs


If you hold on just a Ocean Bottom Blue bleak of a Second
The blues will pass

We have to endure all the shades and rhythms of blue
Just so we can appreciate Yellow

Creating an enlightening different side to the story

Tokyo Blue - Najee