she yells from the bottom of a well,
thinking someone will hear her.
no one does, so she climbs.

as she's climbing, she hears a voice
that voice sends her tumbling
toward the bottom of the well.

she yells until she can't anymore
bursts into tears, curls up into a ball -
and desperately wants to be heard.

When you're flushed with sadness and have no other,
blue is your only color
With a blue heart and a blue soul, a new person begins to unfold

Drowning in a sea of sadness,
Burning in the fires of hate,
Blinded by the deceit of lies,
Only one color awaits

Inside of you, there is nothing new,
meat, bones, a whole skeleton too,

Aside from that only you can see,
That inside of you is the blue I see.

it is both a blessing and a curse
to feel everything so deeply...

to swim through the lowest of lows,

to fly upon the highest of highs.

drowning to depths,

and soaring to heights

of emotion and feeling,

that can only be experienced by leaving solid ground.

It’s hard to see green grass
When it’s snowing.

It’s hard to see the positive
When you are positive
The world is going to heck.

It’s really dang hard
To see the sun
On a foggy day.

But you dang well know
I will try anyway.