Still Blue

Since i have stopped writing poetry, i have decided to write out my thoughts now so that my dear blog doesn't die a quite death of neglect.

Recently you and i have started to fight a bit too often. It happens i think when we are missing each other more than is normally acceptable. We set up dates to fight.

It rained for days last week. And rhododendrons blossomed.
This week the scorching sun reminds me of glistening cold sand.

I wish i could write again. It hurts when i cant. Now that i have lost poetry, shall i lose you too in my sleep? i dream nightmares when i am alone. Of violet moons and blue rain.

Don't let me drown.