blue imagery.
It happened so long ago
it's hazy now,
it might as well be a dream.
And I like the blue sparks I can make with my blanket in the dark, at night, when people sleep.
Blue's my favorite color too, you know...
I like the way my phone would light up if you called after a nightmare,
just to make sure...you aren't dreaming still.
And then I'll laugh at a compliment or a joke because they're the same thing.
And I'll giggle under my breath, as not to wake the day-dreamers...
And I'll hear your smile crease up to show your teeth the way the cats do.
I believe I'm making promise, slow; but ever-the-same, progress.
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