Escape
Black.
Black is beautiful for it does not require explanation.
It is the negation of everything.
Absence of colours. Not an absence of meaning for I intend
it for a purpose, the purpose being to escape.
Sometimes I wish for life to cease – end into the abyss of
darkness, the blackness of my slumbers. Sometimes I wish to escape my identity –
an identity awarded to me by others where people recognize me for my smile and
joviality. I feel lost when that smile disappears and yes it disappears. Disappears
for days. For endless, excruciating days when I do not know how to move
forward, how to make sense of events and incidents for my identity has marooned
me. That smile that disappears leaves me handicapped. Those days I lean on
black, mirroring the wistfulness of my life when my mind exhorts me to be
myself as if I am nothing other than radiance and positivity but my heart – my heart
asks me to just stop – disappear, disappear into nothing and black is the best way for this to be.
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