I feel like my college experience has been various shades of blue. A midnight blue that tastes like the air on those clear nights filled with a sort of peace that you'll never get back, like the past stuck in a little crevice that you'll never be able to reach, like the color of lost dreams. A deep dark indigo, like the bottom of the sea, the sadness that crashes over you in endless waves, knocking you down just as you get up, like the very bottom of the ocean when you finally let go, when it all washes over you, like the deepest chasm in your soul, like the gaping hole in your chest, like water filling your lungs, the color of the night sky reflected in the tears that wash the day away. A pastel baby blue, like the color of the sky on a clear day after the rain has washed the clouds away, like peace and quiet before the storm, like early mornings and feeling light and so far away from everything, the color of the joy bubbling in your heart, like your soul coming back to life as you run across an old bridge across the pond feeling like it all might be okay. And a dull ambiguous mix of blue and grey, like the color of the paint I once mixed when I tried to make grey look a little more inviting, like the night sky as the clouds roll in, the stars obscured, clarity fading, the storm rolling in, like nothingness, like nothingness, like the smoke in the bonfire pit mixed with the salty air of the ocean fading into a distant memory, like the color of the foggy sky smeared across a dusty windshield, and it's all a blur.
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