Words Of An Idle Mind

I Never Thought

      To tell you the truth, I never thought that seeing the world would mean so much to me. Seeing, not from those two deep turquoise blue pools that were in my genes, but from the darkest shade of the darkest colour- black!
       Yes, yes I am high! I am high and deep in this quicksand of blackness-the never ending one- which takes you to the end of everything. How ironic! I am at the end, at the very beginning of the end, where everything from the very start can be seen before me even though there is no light.
       My last vision, my last sight, my last gaze- all of it is a panorama of not something recent but of the very beginning where there was white brightness in the background .
      But this, this black background instead of  is more iconic , more spectacular,  more breathtaking! For without it, I would never have FELT the mellowness of the white one and all the colourful images it painted.
       But what i really want to praise about is this black pool has made me realise what I never thought would would occur to me- it made me realise the importance of ITSELF!
      When has something or someone made you realise it's own worth? It's always the outer source, barring you and the subject in name, that makes You dwell upon the loss.This loss then  ignites in you, a spark to get the object back.                               
       But, for the first time, I am not mourning the loss of light. I am       relishing myself in the joy of darkness, the joy of solitude.
        No one but me is here, I am here in darkness with all my light. Nothing can be better than this darkness, nothing else can defeat light.
         I admire it. I adore it. I envy it.
         What would I do if I were this untamable force? Would I grow on  other's fear? Yes, for it's nature's law, that to grow big, you need to take big. Will I be okay if people only curse me for my powers? Yes, cause I will be THE CURSE, and cursing a Curse is like hitting the biggest rock with a small pebble.
      I know you might think that what absurd  talks I am talking. Maybe it's my end that's making me word these confusing streams of thoughts. But no! It's the realisation that I never said what has always been a part of me.                                           
      I love this darkness, I feel          overwhelming in it's presence. I feel like I am with someone that finally  makes me feel complete.
     This  does not mean I am evil! It's the misconception of many to relate black with everything omnious. But no! It's the colour of power, a mascot of eternity, the ambassador of end.
     But end doesn't not mean it is lasting, it can be everlasting too. End means that the one that lasts a long time needs to leave and one that has a chance to last needs to take it's place. It's a continuous cycle.  And black! It is where every lasting thing ends and every lasting things begins.
     I never thought about detailing so much about black. The same black that has been at the start, at various intervals as well as at the very end.
      I finally say adieu to you, ending this conversation. The eternal blackness is awaiting me. Hope to see you(what a paradox), sorry - not see, but feel- you there. 
---THE END(no pun intended)---