KIND OF BLUE
"Blue oblivion, largely lit, smiled and smiled at me."
William Rose Benet
Blue is our liberty. It is the thin air surrounding us. Blue is the sea, blue is the sky, a blue ball is our planet from above. Serenity, sincerity, reservation and quietness reside hand to hand, all in the same color. Letting go also belongs in there, and so do drifting, withering and vanishing. Sometimes the closest, though at times the most distant. Everything and nothing, the all-encompassing and the abyss… Blue is our hope to be, and yet, blue is our fear to go.