The Color Blue

Someone once asked me if I could chose what color that everything was when I died, what would it be? Now, this was a very odd question but it stemmed from the story The Book Thief. When I was asked the question, I immediately knew my answer, blue. I didn't know why though. After lots of thought, I knew why: blue is the color of memories. It's a bitter sweet color; you can feel little bits of dark and light mixed  in to create the vast hues. Blue, as we all know, is a prime color. This means that no two colors can mix together to create what we call blue. Yes, we all know this, but I want to bring to attention the part that prime colors can't be separated into any other colors. Just like the color blue, memories are prime. You can not separate them into good and bad portions. They are forever together.