He is Blue

I met him not a pretty long time ago; a lot of things go in his mind, but he never has a chance to fully spill it out. Or does he look for any chance? Maybe he just wants to hide it anyway.

As a sky, he is blue. A lot of people admire him; he is in the sky, and everyone should look up to see his beauty. But, sometimes, people are just tired of looking up and forget about him. He wants to see people from eye to eye, not looking to the ground, and never be able to get along with them.

As a sea, he is blue. A lot of people go to places where they can see him, but not every day. Sometimes, he is lonely. He can only hear waves, not laughter, from the people who have fun because of him. He can only wipe the sand away, not playing with people who like him. There are a lot of things going on inside him, but he is not able to tell everyone about it. Some people are just not ready, and some people just want to enjoy the idea of beauty he has from the surface.

As for jeans, he is blue. Some people choose to love him so much and take care of him like he is the only one. Some people choose to rip him off, saying that that’s what he wanted. Some people choose to love him so much and rip him out like they never have any memories with him. But still, he tries and tries to be the most beautiful thing people can have in any way.

As a feeling, he is blue. People are crying and saying that it is him. It is he who hurt them, and it is true because he sometimes just hurts people. He likes to come at night, until dawn, until we drown, until we’re done. People can cry just because they see him, and he admits that he sometimes cries because he sees himself in the mirror and asks, “Why?”.

As a color, he is blue. People love him because he is very convincing, calming, and charming. Every time he speaks through his beauty, people always praise him like he is the only one. People love him because he is so catchy, trendy, and matches with almost anything. But, deep down, he never feels matched with anything because he is a feeling.

As a human, he is blue. People love him because of the way he tells others about his life, his achievements, and his days. People like him because he knows how to make his lovers laugh and happy at the most crucial moments. Strangely, people also love him because he can make them cry out loud, saying things they never dared to say before. But is he able to do that to himself?

I met him, and I am glad that I met him. He believes that what comes as flaws from every creature is also accompanied by beautiful things outside and inside. He always believes that no matter what, life should go on, and there are so many episodes that he has to get through until he reaches the endpoint. Or does it have any endpoints?