I wrote my very first poem about the color blue. The way it shone, what it comprised, I’m not even really sure what I wrote anymore. But that poem was me uninhibitedly writing because words called me, before discouragement overwhelmed desire.
Blue is embracing words with a childlike neglect for anything the world might tell me. Blue is inspiration and silliness wrapped into simple lines. Blue is refusing to let go of this dream. And blue is beautiful. #sweeterpoetry
Is it possible to lose a part of yourself in a place you’ve never been?
Because I found a piece here, tucked between pebbles, outlined by footprints, illustrated by paintbrush clouds, written on the wind, and trickling through streams.