Imagine the waves of a midsummer's

night, quietly sapping against the

shore.

Its cerulean fingers c a r e s s the sand

ever so softly as the salty wind

~ ~ b l o w s across the landscape.

I want to feel that free wind pick up

the short locks of my ebony hair and

let it pinch color into my pale cheeks.

I want to let the waves kiss my toes

before stealing my ankles in its loose

grip.

I want to let the night envelop me into

a dreamless sleep.

I want to escape my cage.

'Cause quite frankly, I'm tired of trying

to tune out your voice through the thin

walls of this house I live in.

I'm tired of hearing you criticize me

for not doing whatever you want me

to do.

I'm tired of playing that part as a loyal

lap dog.

Can't you hear me protesting?

I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't

wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna

I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't

wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna

I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't

wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna

I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't

wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna

I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't

wanna don't wanna I don't wanna

I don't wanna I don't wanna I don't

wanna I don't wanna I don't wanna

I don't wanna I don't wanna...

Honestly... I could go on.

But you'd never hear my cries.

You'd never bother with my emotions.

Can I see the ocean?

Can I touch the delightful coldness

of its waves and bask in the moonlight?

Can I watch the silvery light play

across the troughs and crests of those

l

u

l

l

i

n

g

waves?

I want to be able to sleep under the

w i d e,

w i d e

sky.

And see its blue catch me with a

mouthful of crisp summer air.

I want to ride bikes along the road

of a summer resort and laugh and

smile and sing.

I want to wave my hand to those

kind acquaintances around me.

I want to see all this blue — this

exhilarating calm, calm blue.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue.

Blue.

I love this blue.

Let me drink up this blue.

Let me bathe the whiteness of my skin

to a warm bronze with the sun's

intoxicating kiss.

Let me run my fingers through my

windblown tresses.

Let me be free...

Set me away from this cage.

Set me away.

Let me fly.

Let me go to this blue.

I'm tired of the dull blue growing

within and I want to trade it

with the blue of the waves

and the skies of summer.

Oh, blue.

Darling,

you've kept me secluded for too long.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.