(the physics of hues)
The hours are blue. A blue
that is beautiful, calms the
senses, loosens the tension
behind the eyes. How are
you doing with the blues?
My mood fluctuates. It
appears this is pretty
common among us. So,
is there a color, a specific
hue—the shade of which is
just a sliver up the spectrum
from heartbreak, and the smallest
nudge down that very same
spectrum from elation—that,
no matter what you’re feeling,
always (always) moves you,
even if just a little bit, in the
direction of a specific feeling?
You can disassociate that hue
from the feeling toward which
it moves you. If you work at it.
That’s creativity. But blues are
beautiful. The blue. Despair
lives in the same room as joy.
Find your thrills and screw with
them. Be blue and purple. And
orange. Sing pinkly until you cry.
nudge down that very same
spectrum from elation—that,
no matter what you’re feeling,
always (always) moves you,
even if just a little bit, in the
direction of a specific feeling?
You can disassociate that hue
from the feeling toward which
it moves you. If you work at it.
That’s creativity. But blues are
beautiful. The blue. Despair
lives in the same room as joy.
Find your thrills and screw with
them. Be blue and purple. And
orange. Sing pinkly until you cry.
While doing it; and before and after.
