I’m so sick of blue. Everytime you see a blue sky you think that it will be a good day because there’s no sign of rain or any type of sorrow. I’ll be blunt. I don’t understand why we’re so happy about the sky being blue when we also relate the color blue to the color of sadness. Why be excited of a color that is SUPPOSED to mean sadness?
I want to paint the sky orange and make it worth my while. I want to look up and see a color that means warmth and friendship. A color that is so neglected and forgotten about. I want to paint the sky orange and never feel blue again.
