thinking blue. what blue would the sky be without the haze. all the same, it's all the same, this morning, this morning is hazy blue. there are so many feelings in blue and there are so many blues. variations of blue, inexpressible, save by color, the expression of beyond. you want to make it deeper, deeper blue. the blue has paled, the blue needs your blue. none are ever the same, all are different, yet we're joined in our solitary blues. we sing them in a room, even to ourselves, alone with others, how we are given, for giving, giving our blues. blue is time, out of mind, on our hands, blue is when i'm not with you, thinking of you. blue is thought, when you don't think about what you are thinking, 
when all thoughts about thinking are displaced by blue.