The Blue Crayon

The Blue Crayon

The blue crayon was worn down about half way.

The paper jacket it wore was ripped down along the side but  still held what remained.

It was her favorite crayon.

She couldn’t help herself.

Even though she knew, if she didn’t stop using it, there wouldn’t be any of it left.

But the sky is blue and my eyes are blue and the water is blue, so I need it.

Well, you could put some clouds in the sky.

You know white puffy ones and maybe some gray or black clouds.

And you could put an island in the water with trees and some fish and turtles.

Then you could use the other colors.

But I like what I did.

Yeah. I know and it is beautiful.

And you really did a good job.

I’m just saying there are other colors in the box.

And maybe somebody else might use the blue crayon.

I know but if they do, then I won’t have it.

And it is my favorite color.