Scotland

The blue color so blue. In my lungs, in the air, in the rain.
You where so beautiful
You where so horrible to me.

I am thinking about you. Bruises that never goes away, but there are not possible to see anymore.
I am thinking about all my bags. The airplane that finally lifted. I did not believe it.
The blue color, so blue.
But cold, so cold and I was so weak.