Here I find myself in that place I find all too familiar. That place where I feel safe and secure. The place that I know all too well. The darkness. The sadness. The place I call black.
Tears flowing down my face let’s me know I’m still alive, but then the tears stop.. How can a mind be so full of chaos, yet empty? How can a heart that still beats, feel so dead? This place haunts me. The place I call black.
I see no beauty in anything around me. I feel no joy, I sense no love. I see no color in the sky. The sun is over my head, but all I see is darkness. Dullness. Sadness. Emptiness. But yet I feel at home, I feel welcomed in this place I call black.
———Angela C. Moore