Blue hour
swimming in time
Still, we’re here in the blue hour, despite nobody’s belief we would be. Look at us, so spectacularly stubborn. Just enough light to trace shapes of our mistakes and choose to treat them kindly. Moon’s laughter lines seek the ocean’s mirror, hoping to be part of tonight’s story. Oh sweet Luna, please never tire of smiling down on us. Patterned puddles of moonbeam reflections invite us into their shine.
Is it time to swim side by side in expensive, expansive blues? Waves eager envelopes, cleansing us with nature’s soap as we gasp into the wind. Clouds darken above. Let every teal drop remind us, to be blue is to be alive. To be born and bruised and sincerely, so very beautiful.
Every shade becomes part of you, part of me, and it’s true blues are gifts because we’re blue together. Our bodies are acrylic art earth painted, washed with water while remaining navy-stained. I yearn for blue, I devour blue, in desperation can I pause time so I can start to live inside blue? Its peace and wonder and heartache making up my dear, honest home.
You’re my sky and I think this may as well be heaven. It tastes salty, just how I like it.
Previous post:






Blue-tiful 💙🩵
so sad substack hid this from me i didnt get my usual notif or anything >:(
thank you for sharing this i loved every second of it
also helps that my fav colour is blue hehe