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Not blue as the Caribbean, not the background of a rainbow. Not even blue as balloons at six year old birthday parties. It felt as the tone in the sky you only see after monsoons, when the clouds are gray and the sea almost black. Blue as in the toothbrush he forgot when he left. Blue as his eyes in a fairy tale when he's just about to leave for someone else. Indescribable. And although I know there's a great variety of blue's, this was not the case. Not only did it look different, it felt odd, it left you an after taste, you could sense something was off, not quite right. And when it started raining, I couldn't tell if I was catching raindrops, or just tears.
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
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Not blue as the Caribbean, not the background of a rainbow. Not even blue as balloons at six year old birthday parties. It felt as the tone in the sky you only see after monsoons, when the clouds are gray and the sea almost black. Blue as in the toothbrush he forgot when he left. Blue as his eyes in a fairy tale when he's just about to leave for someone else. Indescribable. And although I know there's a great variety of blue's, this was not the case. Not only did it look different, it felt odd, it left you an after taste, you could sense something was off, not quite right. And when it started raining, I couldn't tell if I was catching raindrops, or just tears.
Overreacting && being a martir, I'm actually alright and definitely better than expected.. Or at least I will be.
danielaa
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
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