Ultramarine Blue

When I was younger I remember looking at the 36 coloured pastel set I owned and seeing how this one 'ultramarine' blue coloured crayon was always shorter than the others. You could find traces of that blue colour in each of my drawings whether it was combed through the layers of a little girl's hair, splashed across the night sky, embedded into the roots of trees or washed up in waves across the sea. I think that somewhere along the way, my hands ended up smeared in that ultramarine blue that I've now found lurking under my skin and running through my veins. I think it was always meant to be.