Ever since I was young, the sky has always been grey. It didn't matter what the weather was like; rainy, sunny, cloudy. The sky remained a dull lifeless grey. I look forward to sunsets that paint it with fire or for night times when specks of white sparkled in the depths of the black.
My brother would often try to describe it to me but, have you ever tried describing colour to someone who has never seen it? It's almost impossible. He said it was the way ice tasted or how raindrops felt. He said it was how the waves sounded and the way water tasted. The way the cold made my skin tingle or the way water flowed over my fingers.
He was wrong though.
The colour blue was like electricity coursing through my body, it was lightning streaked across my mind lighting the world up like a kaleidoscope. Blue was the ocean pulling me in, drowning me, vast and untaimed, deep and boundless.
Blue...
His eyes were blue.
