blue

blue door nestled behind a sea of palm trees

tucked away surrounded by overgrown weeds

perfectly tapered bricks make up the seams

behind blue door there is you and there is me

we make up the insides

not so perfectly interweaved

we like different things

we exist by different means

i like to walk and observe everything that’s intricate around me

you like to run and feel the breeze caress your skin

we’re just different

but behind blue door it’ll always be you and it’ll always be me