Blue skies.
They were your favorite.

When the sky resembled
the ocean and it was full of clouds.

They were your sanctuary.
Looking up whenever in distress
or confusion.

No matter how hard someone tried
to give you something that wasnt blue, they would always fail.

Blue was your happy colour; your calm colour. You look at it when you cry,when in anger and in need of cheering up.

But for some reason, you always make an exception for the blazing fiery sunsets.

They're so far apart from blue,
but you stay outside to
enjoy it anyway.