She was a whirlpool. An untamed force of nature. So wild, so reckless. They were in awe of her. Surprised at her energy and strength. She shined so brightly like the stars that They had to shade Their eyes.
But even the sun has spots and she was no exclusion. Those shadows and spots in her light, full of evil amd darkness were often so much that it clouded and blocked her light. Sometimes They noticed, sometimes They didn't. Sometimes They pretended and gave her space. Sometimes They argued and pestered her until she barked back. The Others never noticed. When they did it was too late. Black had sipped so deep inside her light that she could not light her path anymore. The Others would put her to counseling. She would pretend trying. She would feed them lies until Others thought it was just adolescence. She made isolation her solution. She would go to the roof,look at the pulsating life underneath and think of flinging herself down. A small step would change everything. When They noticed, she would slowly pretend ti calm everything down. To see those smiles. Caused by her. Proof that she was something, she was worthy,she was alive, she could create.
Then she would fall in love. Sometimes they loved back,sometimes they didn't. Sometimes they pretended loving. She would take whatever they threw back. All that hurt and insult. Better something than nothing. But they always left. Left cause they never soul, the core within that shine brighter than the stars. The fact that she could love. Love without judging. Love truly more than her life. But the world couldn't. Couldn't she her,feel her,know her,hear her. So incapable of the love she gave. But still she kept giving out. The lights. Bit by bit.
