Intro

 

I think it's important that I document the making of  A Neighbor to Blue. Not because someone might care, (Though I hope someone does), but because I just feel an unnerving need to. So why question it? I think it's important to understand that when the universe pulls you in one direction, you follow it. I'm tired of disobeying. 

Since social media is no longer an option, what better way to display this than my own personal blog that no one may ever find? Makes perfect sense, actually. 

Before I continue with A Neighbor to Blue, it's important to explain where that title came from. 

My golden ring

A Neighbor to Blue

A friend to black 

A home to me

You finished raising me

You showed me that there was something to love 

That I was a dove

You saw me 

And you remembered every detail 

I can't help but think of your color fading, as if I'm suffocating as I wait, praying that you'll never drift to grey 

I can't help but think of the feeling I get when I lay on your chest. When I sink into your soul. 

Home was never a place, it was never a worn down house or a lively town. It was you. 

Do you even have a clue? 

Does the pressure scare you? 

My golden ring, you made colors brighter, you made me believe I could see the future the way you see me. 

What would this life be without you? 

What would I be? 

So you see, it started off as just simply a second line to a poem I wrote for Zachary. This poem was incredibly embarrassing to reveal. Showing this to him was the most vulnerable I'd ever been. "Would you like to see every atom of my heart put into words? Here you go!" You can imagine my joy when he told me he loved it, and that I should continue writing. I listened, and here I am. Continuing to write. I do hope I keep up with this. I think A Neighbor to Blue can really be something. I'm just not exactly sure what yet.