2am

You can be the prettiest shade of blue.
The ocean of mid July. The sky after its rain.
People who made arts with the type of blue that turns heads in the crowded room. But will never be enough for a person who prefers red.
Sometimes you can stop a person bleeding with your shirt, be there for them, and they will still look past you and searching for the red.
I think people leave because I’m not what they are looking for. It’s hard to compete with someone’s craving. I don’t know how to convince a person to love the ocean when their hunger for fire.
Often times I think I could change into someone that they love. But one day, I realize when I stand in front of the mirror, covered with red paint and all I see back at me is muddy purple.
Not red enough for you, not blue enough for myself.
I wish one day a person can see my blueness as is.
A person who thirsty for the ocean.
A person who love earthly smell after the sky rains.
I realize that it’s nothing wrong with being blue.