BLUES

Raven Smith

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“BLUES” | Raven Smith | 2022

Hypnotic deep blues ringing tunes of sirens’ allure. Tripping and picking at gripping thoughts. It’s scary sitting still in the night. No crickets or bird chirps. No night dweller doing donuts in the parking lot. “I am not a calm stillness,'' the BLUES whispered to me, as I freeze, contemplating identity. Sinking slowly into this substance. Smoke swirls and swoons paranoia. I Lost authenticity in a sea of expectations. “Some drown in these BLUES,'' whispered he. A saturated conscious wandering to an area of no return. There, in the deep BLUES, Unknown, Unseen, Untouched. A place lacking answers, fortune tellers, dictionaries or sippy cups. “You must travel there alone, you must travel deep. There you’ll find everything you need to set her free. There, deep in the valley of the BLUE unknowns, you’ll find the real me...”