I think so.
Depressed. Unwell. Unhappy.
How awful! Poor you.
No one there. The silence to talk to.
Chin up. It’s just a colour you.
Sky and sea.
The birds fly through.
Holding the sun and all that lies below.
Vibrant. Healthy. Hugging.
Wonderful. I like you.
No one there.
Just me and the world having our own private conversation (silence is golden or maybe it’s azure?).
Knock, knock.. you want to play too?
Wow. I rock at blue.
Life is the colour you paint it. Paint yours wonderful.. because you are.