Sandy is an over thinker, drinker and fairly outrageous stinker. When her best friends moved all around the world, she decided to capture her thoughts in text… and let me tell you, it gets pretty weird.

Blue

Blue

​I fell in love

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With the color blue


It crushed me 


But I liked it


I soared upon its weightlessness 


High in the sky 


Then the trouble set in


Deep blue became heavy


I drowned in blue 


It filled my lungs, my blood, my tears, I became blue


I trudged along thinking well, blue is cool


I can be blue


But


Blue is something to love, to breathe, to smile at


To lavish in, tell me…has there ever been anything more lush?


BEING blue is cruel 


My heart can’t take it- my mind hates it


I’m not you, blue


I’m the sun and moon that illuminates you


I’m the fish that blends into the hue


The wind that propels you into view 


The eyes that close so they can take it in


I am the velvety groan of a singer in pain 


But 


I am not blue


I do however, love you 

When Can I Go Back?

When Can I Go Back?

In the Deep

In the Deep