Out of the Blue

 Dear faithful viewer,

As the month of July comes to an end with me none the wiser, I present to you: stale poetry (one I wrote some weeks before, and am not particularly proud of). This is not a punishment for you, as much as it may seem to be. You cannot imagine the hours I will spend regretting the birth of 'Out of the Blue'.

The reason for this blasphemy is arbitrary, and I will spare you the details.

 Please bear with me for this week, it's the month end, we're all suffering.