baby blue

There’s something about the way baby blue makes me feel. Like maybe I could make something out of myself, like maybe there’s somebody out there who breaks themselves like I break myself. There’s something about baby blue that takes the edge off of the vignettes of everyday life. Something about baby blue that makes me smile to myself, not quite the way that a kid smiles at a candy store, but more the way that a cancer patient smiles when the medicine starts to work. Baby blue makes me think I can defy the odds stacked against me, the premeditated stereotypes that are probably true, the bloodshot eyes and the spinning kaleidoscope of unwanted youth.

There’s something about baby blue that makes everything look like it’ll live a longer than it will.