Wednesday, July 20, 2016

My blue room

I once have a blue room
It is literally blue
It has all blue paint walls and blue curtains
Yet the furnitures, floor and ceiling are not blue

I love my blue room
It always been a gift to me
I find peace and happiness there
As far as I remembered

Mother complains it is too dark for a bedroom
Yet I am happy with the paints
I do not know the reason
It is just me..

I know I would not have that room again
It is now changed to white
I missed the way it looked back then
How precious my blue room to me

The blue room is true witness of myself
All of me..
If that room could speak and feel for me
I wonder what will be said and revealed


~Selene.

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