shades of blue

you don't have to worry about me
your dreams and ambitions
are weaved into a tapestry
wrapped around a wrapped up we -
melting into shades of blue

where you go I'll be sure to follow
but not too close, because
my blue that I carefully add to yours
suffocates easily
a stale blue that's hard to remove

you don't have to worry about what you say
our blues speak for us - it works better that way
a wrapped up we inside our tapestry
melting into a single shade of blue

connecting dots between our thoughts
royal and sky and navy
you sit across our woven patterns, not quite meeting my eye
our tapestry tossed to the side

your perfect blue finds
your arms around a wrapped up me
discovering our shades of blue
separating our shades of blue
melting into shades of blue
weaving a broken tapestry

Sunday

There's something so refreshing about being able to start a new week. New plans, new situations, new feelings. I'm not a type of person to hold grudges, but when the blues start rolling around... then a new week is the most promising therapy.

It's amazing how through an individual's tunnel vision a whole situation can be completely warped. From one side of the room, it could be black. And from the other, it's white.

Assumption is the greatest of assassins. We too often rely on our own feelings in-the-moment instead of stepping back, clearing our head, and opening our eyes. Things are never as they seem, and most of the time that's a good thing :)

Bubble.

Going through photos, realizing how I live a charmed life. This summer has been nothing short of bliss. :)