Besieged by blue, did I not realise it was a dream? Periwinkles, ceruleans and navys of all sorts; vast stretches spread like the ocean, and me, in the middle of it all. Whether it was supposed to be the sea or the sky still remains a clue but I do recall cupping my hands in that azure, sinking down in it as if this were a perfectly normal thing to do and somehow weeping..? Sobbing or not I clearly remember the solitude and how.. at ease I felt. Knowing it was just myself alone with my thoughts made me content.
There it was again- that blue. Only this time it was a clear gradient of aquamarine and emerald and my head stuck out the car window, wind weaving through my hair- of course it had to be a dream, though who realizes it at the time? Cool and refreshing as I ran my fingers through it; the sand and roadside and familiar strangers sprinkled strategically.
Oh, the reveries of the brain.