I’m surrounded by a sea of blue. Everywhere I turn to look, blue looks back at me.
Blue sparkles when they giggle and laugh. Blue darkens when they cry. Blue shines at me through the blackness of the bedrooms.
I am hazel to their blue. An outsider, but still, I am one of them. He writes songs about it. She points out our difference in the mirror. They love my hazel and get lost in it, just like I get lost in their blue.