In the land of the blue

Tracy Searight Dibert

I am sitting here waiting it is getting so late. I keep watching the calendar, I keep watching the date. The days keep on passing, the season have changed. It’s moving so fast this all seems so strange but if I keep on moving this could all fade away. -The colors of my memories could disappear like the hue of this day. It’s all about mixing like a portrait of the sky see the blending of colors right before your eyes. If you look in the distance you will see, how every lie comes together so beautifully in the land of blue

My thoughts likes to tease me on this day as my memories want to stay... I am so distracted by my past the minutes and hours keep moving so fast. How long can this feeling last? Why must I forget about my past? Why can’t they just wait? Wait!

While, I sit here waiting I come to find a letter that was written me in attempts to change my mind. This man whose name starts with the letter J, I have chosen to leave him I chose to runaway.

He offers me suggestions that sound so absurd, but I continue reading taking in his every word.

If what he has written is true then surrendering to him is what I should do? In the land of blue he claims I will come to find the wisdom to soothe my troubled mind.

He writes about a garden-“it is a beauty to be seen, come see this land; you will see what I mean. Just come down to this land of blue once you get there I will tell you what to do.”

See his sentences so simple and fine, the descriptions he offers they sounds so refine. Just look at his words there so cheery and bright if I go to this land how can I not feel alright? Could all of this really be? He claims that in this land I can find the old me?

Just imagine no need to think for myself and there is no need to feel. He assure me when I get there, he will remind me what is real. If I just keep moving, stay in a line, if I keep moving ahead- I will be fine.

While I stand here I start to remember the pain but all of his words now sound so strange. He says with each step that I take it will allow me to grow but this isn’t the way that I wanted to go?

Each line I read I begin to despise; my heart feels so heavy I am reminded of his lies. How much weight can I take? His lies are putting my world at stake.

This clock is ticking and it’s not stopping is they any use in us talking? I fought and lost this battle before should I dare try this once more? .

So I pack everything I head out and go to the land of the blue in order to grow. Somehow, I feel like I just made a mistake, and wonder how much more sadness can I really take? Is it wrong for me to believe it will be better? Why I am putting all my hopes in his letter?

This land of blue so pretty and bright with everything he promised I hope I will be alright.

Look, how easy it will be- everything is decided for me. There’s no need for me to have a plan when he is there to lend a hand.

. See, he has already written out the directions of my fate, “Hurry up my dear, look at the clock, you are running late. Just follow me come right this way, step aside, today’s my day. You know we were meant to be together it is part of the plan. Just come back my darling to my blue land. You have my ring on your finger just hold up your hand to show the world that I am your man. You cannot give up on me. This is your fate; it is meant to be.”

. Look, at this sentence can you see it too? Is this really what I should do? It’s about his spinning; it’s all his about lies. It’s all about his mind games his plan in disguise

“Just keep reading and believing you will feel fine. Once you keep on moving you will be all mine.”

I see his words right in front of my face yet I keep traveling to his