My eyes are able to contort my thoughts in the darkness in such a way that behind my lids
puzzle pieces of scenarios are produced
They try to fit together
They become abrasive
adding friction to the texture of my mind

When I lift my body up abruptly from these makeshift thoughts
it feels like my lungs are flooded with double edged images
It’s like I’m resurfacing,
breaking through the thin veil between the elements of reality

And I sit up fast to find myself alone in the dark
gasping for air
I can prop myself up before I can feel myself
in the sleeve of my body
It makes me believe my movements are independent from my thoughts
My body’s mechanics are able to pull me away from what had trapped me behind my eyes

I find myself thanking god your eyes are blue
So that I can blame these bruised knees on the feeling of falling on ice
So that I can piece together some vague explanation
as to why my skin feels heavier when I’m around you

The blue from your eyes makes me feel like I carry the sky

I blame your gaze for the stinging I feel in my face and the burning I feel thick over my eyes
When I can’t make sense of you or the air it feels like you’ve left as new breath in my lungs
At least I can seek comfort in knowing that you resemble the chill of a season

Your body is a constant motion that reminds me of the tides
and I thank god for that because I can feel you pulling me in,
stuck in your undertow

You don’t know the color of the sky like you say you do
Looking out at the mountains you tell me
We are the ocean
And someday soon
We will fade and despite it
The sky will continue to exist

I think you’re wrong
And after you’ve given so much superiority to the sky
I find that I’d much rather be the ocean

Despite the trivial concept of the color blue
I beg to disagree with its insignificance

Because I’d much rather be a flood of circles,
round and dynamic with life
Than out live a notion of pure existence

I’d much rather be the sea than see your face while it mocks my mortality
I’d much rather be your laughter than sit within your mind
Where you dwell and mock my morality

I’d like to hang upside down
so that my tears run up my face and drip
from the tips of my hair
Form puddles beneath my suspended mind
and ripple outward with each coming scream

When my head gets heavy
with the poorly circulated blood
and bricks of thought
I will shake my mind wild
in hope that it will be flung from my eyes
and will splatter far across the ground

I’d like to be squeezed
closed tight in a suspension that promises contradiction

Comb out your hair
because the twine and the tangle
grows like vines over your gaze out.
To become unloose from the self inflicted entanglement
is the definition of your ambition.

I am the words that slip from the page
and I exist in the air, exist in the space that holds all other objects into shapes
And I am the color blue when the sky can no longer hold the weight of your gaze
You are the color blue
When the sensation of existence is only the vibration of thought

Stay true to the sky and I’ll love you forever
Even though I am the ocean and I can only see you upside down
I trust life goes on

I trust you’d catch me
had I let loose my grip on the world
and we could become the multi shades of blue
and have each of us fade into the other