Ma chambre bleue

 My blue room 

    I wanted to know if these feelings go away now, fleeting, infinite currents invade my mind on clear and rainless days like this, the strong sun doesn't communicate with my being, I see the blue flooding the room where I assume I'm still, even if it's a dream, it's as if this late-afternoon melancholy is here to stay, the blue that used to be fleeting was already in everything I see, all the senses communicate when they know that the lack of something brought them together, even in a dream, I was about to go to bed, the warm blue was slowly replaced by the usual cool, damp yellow of this bedroom.