Blue

That day, the skies were cold, the pubs were warm. The voices were soft, the meaning was harsh. The expression was happy, their insides were chaos. The trees were shaking, the chairs made of their dead friends stood still. The people on the chairs were laughing, while others in other chairs were crying. Those people were watching a sad show, or attending a funeral. Everything seemed dark and lost, while in another place everything was sunny and beautiful. Some were sweating, others were shivering. The sun was shining, or hidden by clouds. Children were out playing, or being locked in their rooms for acting out. However, back at the pub, nothing had changed. They were still sitting there, like any good Sunday after being outside. Waiting for the first words.

The first words slipped out of another person’s mouth, then the next, and the next, and the next. The words never seemed to stop. They never stopped.

It was all lost. Everything. Everything.

They continued their days, they must have told everybody what they had heard, because suddenly everyone knew.

Everyone was sad.

The news passed through to everyone somehow. And then it all ended.

Everyone made their cute little plans, wrote their adorable little notes.

The tears wear warm but their meaning was cold. The voices were cracked, their words full of love. The smiles seemed to be gone for a long time.

They were still continuing, after all, something only really affects you when you let it affect you.

It isn't real.

At some point, the thing that wasn't real changed.

Now it was a wish for something that might have passed, or not.

Maybe they never had it?

They remembered how it must have been, a beautiful feeling. Missing it was not quite as beautiful. It was hurtful.

One day it was just all gone. Never to be replaced by anything quite the same. It was all just misery from then on.

The skies were Alice blue, the roads were blue yonder, the flowers were such a light blue they were nearly white.

The world changed colours.

Everything they had ever loved started to shrink, started to mold. At some point, nothing was free from the dark mold growing everywhere. It was a curse. Mold is hard to get rid of, you usually have to get rid of all the objects mold was clinging to and replace them. They tried. It never worked.

It was blue.

Blue.

Blue.

And yet, blue was missing.

It was blue, blue was the only thing missing in their life, and blue happened to be everything.

They were surrounded by blue, yet they yearned for it.

One morning, new flowers sprouted in front of their window.

"Forget me nots" they whispered, and smiled.

"I won't. Not ever"

It was all Blue.

And then?

Then the world crumbled. The skies changed. The floors grew. The ceilings collapsed. The music grew quieter, humans turned quieter, everything turned quiet.

“Maybe it can end like this.”

It was an impossible yearning, one to never again be solved, one to remember all their life.

A yearning you could grip on to for all eternity, misuse forever, and yet it would never even try to leave you. Or would it.

Blue was over. Blue was ready to go. Blue had left already, the only part of blue left was the one they wouldn’t ever let go. Blue was trapped.

Forever and forever.

Alice blue. Argentinian blue. Azure. Azul. Baby blue. Berkeley blue. Bice blue. Bleu de France. Blue-grey. Bondi blue. Brandeis blue. Cambridge blue. Carolina blue. Celestial blue. Celtic blue. Cerulean. Chefchaouen blue. Chrysler blue. Cobalt blue. Columbia blue. Cornflower blue. Dark blue. Deep sky blue. Delft blue. Denim. Dodger blue. Duke blue. Egyptian blue. Federal blue. Glaucous. Green-blue. Electric indigo. French blue. Ice blue. Indigo. Indigo dye. International klein blue. Jordy blue. Lapis lazuli. Light blue. Light sky blue. Majorelle blue. Marian blue. Maya blue. Medium blue. Medium slate blue. Midnight blue. Navy blue. Neon blue. Non-photo blue. Oxford blue. Palatinate blue. Pale azure. Penn blue. Periwinkle. Persian blue. Phthalo blue. Piction blue. Polynesian blue. Powder blue. Prussian blue. Resolution blue. Royal blue. Ruddy blue. Sapphire. Honolulu blue. Savoy blue. Silver lake blue. Sky blue. Space cadet. Steel blue. Tang blue. True blue. Tufts blue. United nations blue. Uranian blue. Violet-blue. Vista blue. Yale blue. Zaffre.

And yet Blue was nowhere to be found.

Blue never appeared anymore. Never came to see them. Never cared.

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And here you have it, the story of a pathetic little human, yearning for something they lost, or never had. This little thing just had me write "blue" so many times it doesn't even seem like a real word anymore. Oh humans, how funny they are. Gripping onto so much they don't even have anymore. It really isn't that hard to let go. Humans like yearning for something. They yearn to feel whole, but when the chance for it is lying right under their noses, they seem to be blind. And they say love is blind. A human could be wishing for 500 punds while its right there, under their books, shoved under in a desperate attempt to make their room seem clean. Stupid. And then humans cry about wanting to live forever. What would you even do with forever. You'd misuse it dearly. You'll make eternity hate you. Yearning for an eternity... It would always get worse. Every day, it would get worse. Boring. At least yearning leaves a massacre behind, that makes it less boring. Oh how many fights there have been at the hands of yearning. The ripping skin, cracking bones, popping eyes. What would a human be without blue. Blue changes them, makes them.

Watching it all go down is what eternity is good for. You laugh and laugh and laugh, until its boring. Then you laugh at the next. And the next. And the next. You never stop laughing.

Meaning while humans cry about everything and yearn for everything, making their lives amusing for others, tragic for themselves and anyone involved. And in the end, everyone is involved, that leaves all in a tragic mess.