Sadness meant the colour blue to me. When tears were formed the world seemed to coat into a thick gloomy blue. Blue meant you were upset or lonely and i was both. From the days your hands would tremble, to the days you sit eating alone. Sadness and loneliness was an overwhelming forlon feeling for people who had lost hope. Blue resembeled that and in no way did i think it would for anything else. But blue also meant beauty. Along with sadness and loneliness, blue showed the beauty in it all. The ocean presented us with mesmerising blue rays that shone bright. The sky shows beaming light of blues down upon our faces. And some people had blue eyes. Not the kind of eyes that would make you cry, but the kind of eyes like yours and mine.