A/N: Once again I have written some thing with nothing but melancholy. I
can't help it. All the things I write are angst. Maybe I need to see a Doc
about this. Haha. That's funny. Get it. I also don't care whether you think
this is too OOC. It's not your fic so you don't have any control over it.
With the exception of a few people.
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The color blue, which can easily be said to be my favorite color, is such a small and fragile fact of the universe. It can't be said to be a thing really; it has to be a fact not a being. It's a constant untouchable, always there, always present, and always untouchable. A fragile godlike creation, a gift to mortals to give us hope, something that in the end may keep us from the brink of sorrow.
Blue gives even the lowliest of creatures hope. Somewhere on Earth, for instance, a blue painted room awaits for an infant boy, so innocent that the angels of heaven kiss its cheek, to fill it and make it his home. Forevermore, the mother of this boy will look into his sons eyes and gaze upon hope. Her mind will go to the blue room were she held him in her arms and sang to him.
Even in death a mother looks at her child, and when her offspring have children of their own, she smiles as she sees the hope arise in their eyes as they rock their babies to sleep in their arms humming the lullabies they remember as children.
I never knew my mother and I always wonder if she ever thinks of me. She had been taken from me so horribly. It is so easy for me to see the hope in the eyes and hearts of others but seeing it in others is some times not enough, sometimes things gets so hard I need something more, to see the hope in the eyes of my mother who I will never remember, or never know.
I remember the first time I witnessed blue. I stepped out of my father's ship and light shone so brightly from the sky I had to shield my eyes from it. The most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life lay beyond the edge of my hand; it was a vast blue plain of sky, something so surreal from my own world. It was new and different and it just felt like part of me. It spread across the expanses of the world and the sunlight shone warmly upon my body, which was a stark difference from the cool air of the TARDIS. My father bent down and laid a gentle hand on my small shoulder. " My son, your mother loved you very much and one of the things she always wanted you to see was a dusk on Earth. Half of you is on this planet son. You've no relatives, or family but your body and spirit lie within this Earth and she never wanted you to live without it." At the time I didn't understand. My people were time-lords and some of the words that my father spoke were so foreign to them I could tell. I turned to my father then and noticed something I had never seen in him or anyone in my life. A single drop of moisture fell upon his cheek and I kissed it away and let him cry into my shoulder. My small thin arms wrapped themselves around his neck and held them there lovingly trying to sooth him. My twin hearts beat faster at the torrent of emotions that threatened to fall upon me. I didn't try to hold back anything, and I didn't cry from sadness. I cried at the sheer intensity of emotions that flooded through my body, I had found hope. Hope that I could feel and love, myself, other things, other people; that's were I believe I got me wonder lust. I needed to know that somewhere out there was some one who could love and hope of that I could give this precious gift to another. I needed to know that I could open their eyes to the bright blue of the sky and fill their hearts with emotions.
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The color blue, which can easily be said to be my favorite color, is such a small and fragile fact of the universe. It can't be said to be a thing really; it has to be a fact not a being. It's a constant untouchable, always there, always present, and always untouchable. A fragile godlike creation, a gift to mortals to give us hope, something that in the end may keep us from the brink of sorrow.
Blue gives even the lowliest of creatures hope. Somewhere on Earth, for instance, a blue painted room awaits for an infant boy, so innocent that the angels of heaven kiss its cheek, to fill it and make it his home. Forevermore, the mother of this boy will look into his sons eyes and gaze upon hope. Her mind will go to the blue room were she held him in her arms and sang to him.
Even in death a mother looks at her child, and when her offspring have children of their own, she smiles as she sees the hope arise in their eyes as they rock their babies to sleep in their arms humming the lullabies they remember as children.
I never knew my mother and I always wonder if she ever thinks of me. She had been taken from me so horribly. It is so easy for me to see the hope in the eyes and hearts of others but seeing it in others is some times not enough, sometimes things gets so hard I need something more, to see the hope in the eyes of my mother who I will never remember, or never know.
I remember the first time I witnessed blue. I stepped out of my father's ship and light shone so brightly from the sky I had to shield my eyes from it. The most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life lay beyond the edge of my hand; it was a vast blue plain of sky, something so surreal from my own world. It was new and different and it just felt like part of me. It spread across the expanses of the world and the sunlight shone warmly upon my body, which was a stark difference from the cool air of the TARDIS. My father bent down and laid a gentle hand on my small shoulder. " My son, your mother loved you very much and one of the things she always wanted you to see was a dusk on Earth. Half of you is on this planet son. You've no relatives, or family but your body and spirit lie within this Earth and she never wanted you to live without it." At the time I didn't understand. My people were time-lords and some of the words that my father spoke were so foreign to them I could tell. I turned to my father then and noticed something I had never seen in him or anyone in my life. A single drop of moisture fell upon his cheek and I kissed it away and let him cry into my shoulder. My small thin arms wrapped themselves around his neck and held them there lovingly trying to sooth him. My twin hearts beat faster at the torrent of emotions that threatened to fall upon me. I didn't try to hold back anything, and I didn't cry from sadness. I cried at the sheer intensity of emotions that flooded through my body, I had found hope. Hope that I could feel and love, myself, other things, other people; that's were I believe I got me wonder lust. I needed to know that somewhere out there was some one who could love and hope of that I could give this precious gift to another. I needed to know that I could open their eyes to the bright blue of the sky and fill their hearts with emotions.