By Jessica Jordan
The color blue hits you in waves like baby blues that flirt with you from across the room at an old rusty bar somewhere downtown. Cobalt veins running through your bare body like a map, as they slowly trace each road with the tips of icy fingers. Sapphire gems wrapped around your neck and wrist blind you with their potential beauty, while you stare out into the midnight sky trying to find where the skyline meets the ocean, thinking of a time when blue was just a color and not the marks left behind from their touch. Indigo nights seem to last forever as you race down the highway in search of a new color to love.