If I were to paint my body a certain color I think I'd choose blue I wouldn't choose black, it would be too telling And any bright color just wouldn't be true.
Blue would be a median. A wave in the sea of many, passing by swiftly. Undetected.
A tear on the cheek of your most loved friend. Falling down with no exact path in mind. Melting into the kitchen floor, alive one second, gone the next
Blue, Would hide the true shadows. The cobwebs in the corner of the attic that incase old photo albums we haven't opened in years
But Blue would also be honest, Blue would not be the sun that paints circles of joy on your face, Or sand castles on a summer day. It wouldn't be fire, destroying everything it's tips grazed, there would be no flame.
There wouldn't be any point to Blue, It would just be.
It wouldn't see Or feel Or speak
With blue there would be no emotion, I'd just be a rolling sea of bleak.