Black

Nothing, everything, all that's in between. Could be,
but to me, it represents absolute nothingness. no red,
no blue, no yellow, the absence of color, the absence of
existence, but oh, its very alive. Black goes with
everything, as does white. But with the mystery of
nothingness, comes the mystery of black, making
everything that flows with it, much a mystery. People
who douse themselves in black are but a mystery, their
minds, their personality. There is so much to learn of
them, not because of their black clothes, but because
they choose to wear black clothes. Black fills in the
cracks, black creates the winter night skies, and its
only a mystery what is through, or what is beyond the
color, or lack of.

But to me, black is also everything. I do feel calm
surrounded by black, but I also feel confused, anxious,
happiness, sadness, a mix of emotions that together give
me an inner intellectual high that not only boggles me
but makes everything make sense. Maybe that's why its my
favorite ' shade ' , because.. it's everything, yet
nothing.