The story about the color blue.
How do you know, when you think blue — when you say blue — that you are talking about the same blue as anyone else?
You cannot get a grip on blue.
Blue is the sky, the sea, a god’s eye, my dress and my eyeliner, also my nail polish colour.
It’s a butterfly, a bird, the saddest song, the brightest day.
Blue is my pillows, my undies - can you help me find it? And blue is sometimes my mind.