Blue shrinks

It seems that my blue in the end resembles your blue. Maybe it is ordinary blue like the blue of the sea or the sky. My blue is nothing but large wings made of fluoride foam for "Crest" toothpaste. But the difference is that my blue swallows no one but me. The difference here is that my blue is always mixed with red for my soul. The clock strikes, announcing the end of time. Time is up, no one is trapped in his story except me.