Blue. That's me. It's not because I'm sad, it's actually because I'm happy. When I think blue, I know I am myself. To the people who ask, I always say that it's the color of the sky and the ocean. What I keep to myself is that it's also the color of my blanket and the color of my comfy baggy shirt I wear to bed most nights and the color of summer. Some summers are yellow, but the good ones are mostly blue. Blue is a dream. Blue is big and grand and can't fit inside of anything. Blue is a feeling that can't be explained. I think that feeling is me. Sometimes I feel pink or even green, but blue is truly me. I know I'm myself when I am blue. I know I'm at home.
