I do not write this for any particular reason and nor do I intend to post it, in fact I stole the subject line from facebook yet when I saw this post words surrounded my mind so here goes..
Black is my happy color....enfolded in the dark surroundings, wait I feel something...thump thump...think it's my heartbeat...do I still have a heart?
Wrenches has taken to it so many times, be it the vice grip of love or the stab of a friendship gone wrong...perhaps the failure of a marriage vow or a child so ill you can't console him.....the passing of a loved one..vice grips...the grips that consume emotions and yes there it is, the black...black is my happy color.
Black....coffee can be black, I like coffee...the darkest red wine can seem black...I like wine aswell, especially the glass I'm sipping on now, night is black, night is good, it is the only time you can see the stars...
Perhaps it's better to gaze at the stars than the black....perhaps not.
Today black is my happy color, perhaps tomorrow it will be purple and maybe, just maybe we'll get to white again. My wedding dress was white, I like white too.
Maybe I'll post this....afterall Black is my happy color.
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