The Colour of Blue

Blue, they say, is not a colour that suits me. Yet having almost everything falling into place seems to have no effect. Unexplainably despaired, with a similarly unknown sense of loss.

My mind – and my heart – seems to have lost the plot somehow. Problem is, I don’t even really know what the plot was to begin with. It just seemed like there had always been a path that I had to take by default.

Maybe we were never meant to take charge of our own destiny in the first place.

And if only I knew what was wrong with me.



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