Blue is the color present from birth until death, tears run from our eyes when we are born, a new life. Blue tears become heavy at the end of life, when death is about to come, and no one can intervene in the natural order of life.
Blue sounds like a blue macaw, flying through the sky, far from extinction. Blue can be beautiful, but it can also be painful.
Blue comes and goes, like clouds in the sky, and no matter how hard we try to hold back the tears we cannot, they come, stay, and go. But they always return.
Blue is the vast color among the oceans, rich in life, but deep, it comes with the rain on a lonely dawn, without warnings, only noises.
It is like feeling a piece of you amidst our suffering.
It will always be here, we cannot run from it.
The infamous blue, always present and omnipotent.
There is no use running, it will always be here, in a sunset, or in a storm, it will always remain.