Blue is how you make me feel , tired and frustrated that you don't understand .I see the struggles you face each and every day. I know how hard you have to try just to keep up and to fit in I was once that child to. I want to make it better. I want to find that little boy with whom I never had to fight. I want whats best for you even when you say ,you've made it worse mum, I hate u . blue is how I feel at 2am and your still not asleep , your screaming and shouting banging at the walls just because you can 'mum mum' can I have, if u were tiny again I would have come and held you tight, rocked you to sleep no matter what time of the night . Blue is the colour that my son makes me feel but despite his mannerisms and terrible traits , he is mine .
blue makes me think of warm summer skyies and the seaside.fine dry golden sand that crawles between my toes ,sand castles i'd make with my little red bucket and spade and when I started to tire, I'd take nap whilst layin on my fathers back whilst my mother would sit quietly reading her latest book. I can hear the light sound of the ocean swaying in the background.The gentle sound of water rushing back and forth effortlessly to it's own soleful melody. So calming and peacefull I could stay hear for ever, breathing in the cool salty air watching seagulls fly up high and the odd fluffy cloude that passes by being carried on the cool breeze the that intangles is self in my hair .