Speaking with her always
felt like sitting on a seashore.
Hearing the waves
and feeling them crashing
into my feet,
While gazing the setting sun
and the way he colours the whole sky.
I never got tired of it.
It seared her senses;
it made her feel alive,
even as it sucked that life away -
and she kept coming back to it,
again and again.
Waves of sensation
pulled her under - drowning her.
But Blue made drowning feel like
the loveliest thing.
Like she was losing her breath,
but she didn't need it, didn't want it.
She only want peace.