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I am blue.
That is not to say I am always this way. I tide, my mind ebbs and flows with the pull of moons.
Some are known to me. I watch their surface, plot their course on velum and slate.
Others escape me, even now. I feel their tug, the widdershins march towards something half-dreamed, half-drowned.
The journey is turbulent at times, butter soft at others.
But today I am blue.
That is not to say I am wrapped in the sticky shadows of misery, pierced by onyx and azure spears.
It is not the indulgent drip and drizzle of melancholy.
I am simply blue.
It is cool here. It is quiet. There is tension, but it is that of a held breath, a drawn out note. The exhale will come. The song will conclude.
Until then, I float.
The world is an ocean.
And I am blue.