Blue "Blue is that chill that bites at your cheeks on a rainy day. Blue is the weight you bear on your shoulders as you're slumped in your seat in the third row of your uncle's funeral. Blue is the look in your eyes after someone tells you how terrible they believe you to be, even though you had no harbinger to prepare yourself for this reaction to you asking "how was your day?". Blue is the hue of your old friends skin as you identify them in the morgue after they had been shot for being in the wrong place at the wrong time."