Black is my living, my entirety, my life...it is what I am. It is the darkness that you and I share within us that somehow makes us stronger. The weakened state I feel inside me, at my worst moments, can only be explained in bright colors. They mock your weaknesses, full of pride, judgement because they are better than you, they look upon you like society...black...it has no color, it's a part of you, it understands, it's not any form of color, it stands alone...it is who I am, it I my acceptance...
