Do you remember when the sea was blue? Blue as its sky? Or as that shirt that you once wore and never again?
Why is blue a cold color? just like our seas, and our mountains. Just like our fantasies and desires.
I still remember that day, when the sea was blue, and the breeze was icy cold. We kept on walking, avoiding every single vibe.
When the sea was blue, and the sky was still there, you sighed, and I did too. Losing hope in everything that has passed, and that was it.
When the sea was blue, nothing happened, and we just decided to go home, to forget that there will be spring, and a warmer breeze will rise.