Blue Ghosts

I have seen this color blue before;
ghosts of the sea. They never failed
to haunt me. They had fear of losing
the hydration of the life they lived.
What is living a life without actually
living? What is a pen without paper?
In a mirror i see my eyes; waves
washing ashore some of the most
fetching silhouettes: memories like
clockwork. Sometimes creating emotion
widening my thoughts as i chuckle toward
the nerves of forgetting. These
tunnel-ways to my understanding have
witnessed so much. I have been
called a star because I know how to twinkle.
I am also labeled a liar for
I am good at hiding the
skeletons of the intentions i endorse.