I'm going crazy, just staring, swimming, in a life full of freedom and hope, there is nothing so blue, but so rich, like the royals, each darkness quickly gone and back to the blue, each droplet as powerful as a lions roar, surrounded by hundreds of black sails, and positioned perfectly. Each one different in some way, no way of recognising but one way of reconstructing. Surrounding the black, the blue surrounded by white.

You'll never know.