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What is blue? The question almost absurd if not necessary Blue is sadness, but also comfort Blue is the lightning from a storm dangerous and untamed Blue is the rain falling from the sky turning to tear on my cold cheeks Blue is the feeling of being lost in stars, outshined by their blinding light Blue is the night sky, ever so entrancing Blue is the watercolor on my crumpled page, delicately staining the paper Blue is the pigment stuck on my hands, my fingers carrying a piece of my soul in every touch Blue is the map I study at three a.m when I know I should be fast asleep Blue is the dream that plays night after night Blue is the two people turned to statues, cold tendrils creeping up their face pulling them apart Blue is the eye of my enemy, cold like ice Blue is the freezing snow that lays along frosted leaves Blue is the closest color to truth -Steven Tyler Blue is the bundle of forget-me-nots falling apart in my kitchen sink Blue is the box of blueberries growing mold in my fridge, the prospect of muffins dying Blue is the salty sea gently lapping against my feet Blue is the wave crashing against a shore, the sand glowing in bioluminescence Blue is the deep water hiding what is best left unsaid Blue is harsh but kind, rude but sweet Blue is everything yet nothing No question too outlandish Blue is me.
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 1:41 AM UTC
Blue
What is blue? The question almost absurd if not necessary Blue is sadness, but also comfort Blue is the lightning from a storm dangerous and untamed Blue is the rain falling from the sky turning to tear on my cold cheeks Blue is the feeling of being lost in stars, outshined by their blinding light Blue is the night sky, ever so entrancing Blue is the watercolor on my crumpled page, delicately staining the paper Blue is the pigment stuck on my hands, my fingers carrying a piece of my soul in every touch Blue is the map I study at three a.m when I know I should be fast asleep Blue is the dream that plays night after night Blue is the two people turned to statues, cold tendrils creeping up their face pulling them apart Blue is the eye of my enemy, cold like ice Blue is the freezing snow that lays along frosted leaves Blue is the closest color to truth -Steven Tyler Blue is the bundle of forget-me-nots falling apart in my kitchen sink Blue is the box of blueberries growing mold in my fridge, the prospect of muffins dying Blue is the salty sea gently lapping against my feet Blue is the wave crashing against a shore, the sand glowing in bioluminescence Blue is the deep water hiding what is best left unsaid Blue is harsh but kind, rude but sweet Blue is everything yet nothing No question too outlandish Blue is me.
Another one I wrote back in Nov of 2023. I actually wrote a whole series on this, and I went through most of the colors. I'll be posting those gradually over the next few days. Let me know if I should finish the series and go through the whole rainbow :)
#blue#colors#description
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 1:41 AM UTC
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