Dark blue was the unwanted sensation of being lost, isolated…confused. Almost like the ebbing and flow of an ocean wave - desperately scrambling towards the shoreline, then being drawn back into the depths of nothingness.
Dark blue was a sea of unhappiness, at least until a hand would be thrust upwards, out of the churning waters of despair, and those few words would be uttered:
"Help me."
Dark blue was suffocation. She was drowning in it; barely escaping each time she went under. Dark blue was confusion, something she kept stowed away in her darkest memories; something that lingered in her mind each and every day. It escaped her only in the most desperate of situations, creeping towards anything near - consuming with an inky blackness.
She thrived on it, and yet wanted to leave it behind so much. Maybe, just maybe, she could put aside the unhappiness that fed her self-injuring thoughts and embrace the warm surge of happiness that awaited. Perhaps she could reach within herself and find courage to form those few words:
"Help me."
Until then, she was drowning in dark blue. She was dark blue.
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