all the shades of blue you can think of, washed right through me. some parts, i picked at with my raggedy fingers and then swallowed whole. tiny, shattered fragments, trapped in crevasses i never knew i embodied. perhaps some of the blue got caught on threads luring it away from the light. maybe it was my carelessness, did i brush it away too quickly, too soon? was it intentional or did my consciousness throw itself into an action, did it happen knowingly, or have we finally heard the singing birds, sing their twilight tune?