Blue
The manic glare
of bipolar blue…
and blues.
Pushing aside
the dried up grass of life.
transcends the grey
potpourri of verve and joy,
revealing the energy
of insight,
of personality.
I dream…
I dream blue…
I dream the pure bottle blue.
The dreams of fear, of love
The dream that
transcends reality.
finding again
the lost memory
the hate of hate, the love of love,
the beauty of beauty and the pain of loss.
pending explosive clarity of colour,
unimagined in life, bereft in death
and poignant in deliberation,
we learn, to be…
blue…
bottle blue…
sinking in the sands
of living existence,
until…
we are.
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I had to cry to write it.
There is something so very pure in the bottle blue, it seems to resonate with the icon that *bypolar-bear uses
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Simon
Smile and the whole world smiles with you
of bipolar blue…
Man, I just love that.
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1. think of impractical idea, 2. decide its awesome, 3. come up with a "plan" at the last minute.
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Simon
Smile and the whole world smiles with you
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Simon
Smile and the whole world smiles with you
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Simon
Smile and the whole world smiles with you
the beauty of beauty and the pain of loss.
Awesome. *faves*
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