sometimes
we tell ourselves that
blue is the saddest color
we forget about how
the blue sky looked
when we were small
how the ocean blue
stretches out it's hands
inviting us into the endless sea.
blue is not always the saddest color
though it certainty tries to be

surrounding us in winter
and
dragging us into bathtubs

blue coats our existence.
it is the hair of a girl you loved
and eventually lost
it is the sky under which you walk
blue is the sea which surrounds
and engulfs everything
and i don't always think
that blue is sad