Strawberry Era
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Last published Sun, Aug 21, 2016
There are many definitions of darkness. It could mean the complete or partial or absence of light. But it could also be an area of evil and cruelty in someone's heart or soul. But for me, it means not being able to see anything in the light, the act of not being able to foreshadow the future, the act of being in the darkness and being numb.
The heart has many characteristics that most people often look past; purple that represents infatuation for a person, or even slightly dark red to represent the burning fire and lust for one of the opposite gender. But, there was also the color of darkness, a point of life where the heart feels empty, and feels nothing for anything or more specifically, anybody.
But it was also not a hopeless case. It just needed the right shade of color to make it beat once again.
This is my strawberry era.
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