hello, humans. i'm blue.

Humans were a little weird tonight. Was like, from everywhere, there was danger. Solidarity left me petrified. But I liked it. I found myself there again. I never opened a map and yet I found myself passing through both of those places I knew I had to write. I ordered a flat white, and coincidentally, these pages were waiting for me. We had missed the movie; both of us had deficiency and for us, time passed differently. But I knew deeply, I had to be here.

In my ears, I had what's left of her. Tonight I thought a lot about that letter. I still feel the same. She touched me; happened before she left.

I feel her; like the first day we met. And tonight the frequency. All there is sensified. The old man un-needing the glory. And it was me answering that urge, were we like spatial objects? Gravitation is so strong tonight; I was gravitated, everything collaborated. Brought me here. And I found that book again. Le Bleu Est Une Couleur Chaude. 1903.

I found myself surrounded, circumfering layers and lines of letters. Latters of mind. Life was not changing, it was the mind, a thought sparked. I was living the dream. The most beautiful movie. And I could decide on the parentheses, I could just call it a "beat", none of them would have said anything.

I felt between my fingers, the pen was stuck.

It had no place to go. And they, finally, met. these letters were old and core-said.

And the blue girl sang. Her voice.. her voice has not returned yet. but the absence of it.

it left her alone with the diffusion, the alterance ~ transcended into reality.

the blue girl sang in the dim lit room... away from her own tongue. away from her people. they were hyperbollians.

in the warm old sip, she met their silence.

the journey would bring them together because she had started packing.

she was packing when she heard her dim lit thoughts, supposedly slowly, approaching. the texture wasn't really her favourite; but it would have made no difference if it was a piece of tissue, she would have covered it all blue. as she ignored how her wrist ached intensely.

the old man had his earphones as she loudly chanted zombie. then she saw a stance.

somehow we said everything. just that single stance.

and the crowd outside, they were back from celebrating. she remembered how she decrypted some of their tongues meanwhile sitting once where they have.

2 complete strangers walked in. brown and greyish blue.

their thoughts were locked down, she just could not reach.

so apparently they were natives too. he vibrated mixedly, sitting in front of me.

i pressed the pause button, was curious about their decision.

some were just interested in the conversation. meanwhile i was wondering if i had that certain inclination, speaking between my letters and phonemes every now and then.

morphologically, pleasing.

maybe i, really, found the place for you.

just maybe you were ready to greet the world with your newfound reality; say Hello.

VIIIXXII (XXII)