guess what Old Friend?
i took several walks yesterday & you crossed my mind 13 times.
or was it 14?
i'm not too sure however you existed in my mind.
i smiled. 
not hard however bliss came about.
now if you won't get your pants in a bunch I'll express something.
can i proceed?
well aren't you the sweetest cup of black coffee.
cream-less.
sugar-less too.
but sweet.
i thought of the matter that got us here
i would like to ball it up and throw it away.
in fact.
I'll like to write it all down and burn the paper.
You see my Old friend...
i need to release this pain.
as I look in the mirror I see flaws.
so many flaws.
which leads me to this...
how can i judge you?
who am i?
besides jhey bleu.
your color is bright even in your dark shield.
this is just how life is.
flaws exist just like the color purple.
just like the L train and just like you & i.
can i say hey friend?
again.
can we laugh & turn into oak trees & airplanes?
can we exist?
together?
hey old friend.
lets be new.
again.

jhey bleu

it was foggy and the light was just too bright.
these insecurities made everything wrong seem so right.
struggling to be something that shouldn't exist.
wondering.
should i wear that?
or should i wear this?
it was never your purple light.
it was the darkness that came in from the left.
it was the darkness that came in from the right.
have you ever wanted to master it all?
i did.
this way hurts.
it can kill too.
but it was never your purple light.
somehow IT stayed the same.
why thank you.

NOT red.

hello.
time has flew by like it always does. 
well not always.
i remember a time when time walked with a cane. 
& to be frank.
i truly don't miss those days.
secluded and NOT free.
anything but not FREE.
the last time we met my gown was bleu.
somehow it went from bleu to red.
Red. I just laughed in my mind.
i've never worked so hard to get away from everything bleu.
the changes where dramatic.
& even black at times.
i wonder.
why does one have to experience something so tragic to travel back home?
i don't know.
however the struggle is non-fictional.
i played the role of vanity.
a fool.
my travels were high & low.
LOW mostly though.
i felt the ground kiss my left cheek. 
the journey back was most intense.
i even stopped to pray.
i cried along with the rain.
what i really would like to say is.
hello bleu.
i'll never travel with RED again.
honestly.
we just didn't fit.