White is purity.
It creates a feeling of cleanliness and holiness.
It's the color of clouds that promise
A day without storms, without conflict.
But white is also sterile.
It's empty
And it lessens other colors.
It creates pink out of red,
Periwinkle out of blue.
It's lonely
And needs something it can't have.
It feels like January,
Cold and void of feeling and happiness,
The time after joy
When you feel nostalgic for brighter days and warmer colors.
Many feel that black is void of happiness;
That it's more like death.
They couldn't be more wrong.
Black encompasses all colors;
It loves them in a way,
Combines them until they are all one entity.
White can't have that.
It is on its own with no other colors.
It is lonely.
Purity may sound nice,
But it's a nice word for empty.
Cleanliness sounds good,
But it's a kinder word for sterility.
Emptiness is just a harsh word for white.
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