Short Stories

Black Isn't Real

It doesn't feel real when we talk about the color of nothing.
Black never seemed to be a real color.
I see nothing when the deep sea is mentioned nor do I hear the tone of paint darkened.
Blue and white smell of foam and feel like cold metal.
Green smells of smoking pine tree and pink tastes of iron and fat.
Red makes me sweat but only white makes me vomit.
Hearing bells gives me purple.
Everything has a sound, texture, taste, shape, feeling, and smell.
Everything but black.
People say it can be pared with anything but it really doesn't make a bit of sense.
Every color is alive and breathing except for the color with every color.
Maybe black was too alive.
If it had too many thoughts, tastes, feelings, maybe it had too much hope and dreams.
An abundance of life, movement, energy.
Nothing can handle everything.
So everything became nothing.