Indigo Blue
Do you remember me with the same love I remember you? Do you ever sit in your studio late at night and recall the time we laughed and loved and wanted nothing more than to find that damned indigo blue pencil? The sounds of blue coming from your speakers, the color of blue on your canvas.
You mixed a palette of colors in my hands. My hands held innocence. Your hands held mine. You held them softly. Thank you. You are the reason I smile when someone mentions the blues.
Blue is the color of happiness when viewed with the eyes of a woman remembering a girl. I don’t want to see you, yet I wish you the happiest of birthdays. These words are written lovingly in indigo blue. It wouldn’t be right any other way.
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i want to send me a birthday card. i haven’t commented on anythign in a while, but i enjoy them all. you are great. i mean it.
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