“Blue is the colour of the mind in borrow of the body; it is the colour consciousness becomes when caressed” (Gass, 1976, p.57).

And every time I tried to find it, all the versions of it, I failed.

I want to give what you cannot give and I ask for what you cannot accept.

To feel everything in all ways.

To know how to think with the emotions and to feel with the thought.

To paint saliva foam, sea thrift; what I touch and what resists me.

When all at once they leave from inside me, I exist.

What we see is not what we see but what we are.

The trips are the travellers.

But long long is the arrival journey.

When do we reach parting lips?

Scrapping away all the unnecessary noise, blue is one.

One meaning

One medium

One person

One reason

One colour

One intent

One time

One size

The breath in my lungs.

The sky as a vanishing place.

The wave that couldn't be undone.

I don't rule it out, what I thought I could dream of.

I owe it all to you.

Only you.