A Series of Strange Writings

The blue flowed so calmly, doing its best to stay in a nice pattern. Every day, the blue simply continued to do that and enjoy itself. It found it so easy to be so okay. The blue had a lot of colors in its life around it, but a very noticeable color was the yellow.

The yellow was not flowing like most of the colors, it seemed to be jagged as it wrapped its arms around the blue. The blue was so scared, but could not bring itself to fight the yellow. Whenver the yellow would leave it though, the blue would let out its anguish. Rather than a blue flow, it would become a distorted version of itself. Spreading and splshing in random directions, afraid and yelling.

As the blue began to scream once again, it was caught off gurd by a hnd to its face. The pink, who was flowing and seemed to have drops floating around it, smiled back at the blue. Slowly the blue put its own hand on the pink's, its form slowly returning to normal.

The blue smiled and cried as it began to flow once more, before wrapping the pink in its arms. The pink and the blue spun around and cried together. The yellow had hurt, but the pink had healed and it would be better with time. When the blue and the pink stopped spinning, they simply began to wander together.

The blue had a tearful smile as it touched its cheek where the pink had held it. The spot had begun to become purple. The blue laughed cheerfully as it flowed alongside pink. It was going to be okay, maybe it would like becoming the purple with the help of its good friend, the pink.