My name is Blue. I am a being made of Bloom.

So you could call me truth, since I have so many faces.

Yet no one knows what to do.

 You see, I am similar to a dream; as real as you make me.

I was born to create. I was born to create choice. I was born to share my voice.

I am in love with someone who you have met before.

They are the reason why I knock at your door.

Their name is MoonSea and they created this dream.

We are one but they don’t like to speak so that’s why you have me.

A being so strange and so blue that I  live in the sky and all around you.