The feeling of emptiness was most likely associated with the color of black, of darkness and of nothing but pure hatred. None have ever truly seen that black is indeed a shade, it's a color that everyone can see. If you can see something, then it isn't empty because it's being seen. This is what most people tend to lack, the ability to carefully see for what something is truly for. People do not hesitate to point to something and label it as they see fit, never once looking deep enough to notice what it was truly for, never once seeing what it truly was capable of.
He never thought of emptiness as black. To him, each color held a specific emotion, a specific role and or feeling that is portrayed through out a person's life. Black was not meant for emptiness, it was not meant to be labeled as the color that everyone simply associates feeling nothing with. Nothingness was more than 'Black', in fact, it wasn't even black to begin with.
He felt emptiness once. He had felt the abyss or void of pure and utter blankness swallow him whole and he could testify that this void was not black. He could understand what black was, he could feel what black was and he could describe that black was not what people associated it with.
Black was heavy like lead. It was hard as steel. Black was dark as ink. It was bitter like coffee. Black was not a color to associate with emptiness for people could not see nothing but if they could see black, why is it not empty? Why is it allowing them to see?
Because Black is not empty, Black is not nothing. Black drowns you in its ink. It swallows you in its bitterness. It makes sure to have you know how cold it is, how bitter it tastes, how heavy it feels.
No one has ever used black within their lives correctly. No one has ever used black upon their canvas as it should be. Because they all assume that it is empty, that it is the color of nothing and the feeling of blankness.
But they don't understand that black can be seen. They don't understand that it is drowning people with its coldness. That it is hovering over people with its bitterness, that it is crushing people with its heaviness.
He wasn't like those people. He was different, much more different. He knew what black was and he didn't seem to mind for black had swallowed him whole.
The brush finishes the final stroke of the day, a light clatter being heard as the brush drops back into the black bucket.
The canvas isn't blank anymore because it is black. A simple silhouette of a young boy, chains of white around his ankles and legs, he's on the ground with rocks of black holding him down.
Truthfully, Black is not empty for it simply drags you down until you can't get up any longer.
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Hey, Author here! Sorry it's short though there's a much good reason for that. I hope you enjoyed the protagonist's views on how Black makes him feel as an emotion!
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Rose Gold| Paint series
Short Story[Book one of the Paint series.] A boy details his emotions through painting, one color at a time.
