Blue...it is either a slap to the face or a kiss. Blue is similar to purple but less comforting, blue is the friend that will never listen to you about your problems, blue is the friend whom truly believes they are alaways right. It is the part of black in which helps make the ants that crawl under your skin. Yet it is also the part that tells you ever thing will be fine....the day after you are done crying. Once you think you have gotten ride of blue it comes back with love and warmth, but always will portray you, but still ever time you fight you believe it is the last and when blue comes back you willingly fall back within its grasp. You realize that you will probably never be free...somehow blue will always have an affect on your life. Leaving you with scares and streams of tears. Even when blue is dull, and jejune you pine for its attention, attempting anything and everything.
You are nothing without blue and blue is nothing without you.
