Blue Time

Do you know the noise of the early morning? All the nothing

the screensaver rescuing the mind from sleep but still wandering.

All the wires tangled on the floor. Not many, but still disorienting.

It must be room temperature outside. Inside your head it’s all hot and sticky.

I don’t know how you feel tonight, or any night. Everything seems frozen.

The atmosphere is not a result of the humidity; it’s only something wrong with your receptors.

Earlier in the evening I was looking at clouds. I was not being facetious when I told you of the peculiar shapes they made.

I don’t want you to be in that place without me; I feel like you’re not telling me what you’re really thinking about sometimes.

I feel like a child.

I’ve had enough of this so that’s why I have to leave here and be with you.

I feel like we see each other and ourselves in varied ways at different points in time although we always remain connected.

I can live with you being whichever way you are

I know you know the noise of the early morning. The blue time, it permeates through the both of us, not just you.

The nothing is everything. We may sometimes get tired of our identical screen-savers,

but we keep them because we’re so used to them. We need them for sleep.

They have become routine parts of our lives.

Is it the sound of bells that you enjoy? Get back to me on that as well because I’m not quite sure.

I think you do. Whenever we walk around the city I notice the comfort sneaking inside. One day we will have peace.


12 replies on “Blue Time”

I love that Blue Time…
you captured it’s essence more than you probably realize…
I hope you realize….
I will enjoy following your wonderful thoughts as you paint them for us…
Thank you for stopping by my thoughts, I appreciate it very much….
Take Care…
You Matter….

Thanks, Sean. Look at the quality of your work now. Just think what it will be like in five years, or 10, or 20.

If only I could write such long, detailed, and epic pieces as you Peruzzi. I’m sure that with time I will learn to concentrate for longer periods and be able to write constantly, unlike the sparse amount of writing that I get in nowadays. I go through phases.

This the second time I’ve been inspired by something by Sean Lynch.
The version will probably be posted five days following posting of current working story.

Years ago a friend asked me to write a letter to a young woman in his name. The letter seemed to have effected her deeply because she fell in love with my friend as result of his sensitive nature that he expressed in the letter. Some guys get all the breaks.
I plan to use this scenario in a upcoming short story and will credit this post as a source of inspiration.

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