cerulean
his memory resides in the vastness of the sky that mirrors onto the abysmal waters of the ocean wide. i constantly fixate my gaze on these two celestially created entities in hopes of losing myself in them. in hopes of soaring to altitudinal heights enclosed by bleached clouds. in hopes of submerging into the unknown depths of the sea where the surroundings are painted raven black. in hopes of escaping this hue that embodies you.
when curtains of rain cascade onto earthâs terrain an umbra is cast over the atmosphere. however, despite the evident blemish it creates, i am still reminiscent of your being. of your smile. of you. somehow, in spite of the gloom prompted by this downpour, i still feel your loving presence.
in the midst of this bleak november rain there is renewal. the greenery is nourished. the earth is cleansed. there is an opportunity to begin again. i equate this contrast to you. although the cerulean heavens are distorted by precipitation, i am aware of what still lies underneath - you. i cannot escape from it, because even when itâs overcast for days on end your nearness is amplified. i tried hiding from it, but the sky will never disappear and neither will you.
