Reflective Writing [Not Shiny]

Reflective Writing [Not Shiny]

The pitch-coal, boot-black darkest color. It has been with me as a friend, a source of steadfastness. Always, when I need it, light-absence arises. The dark unknown is my reassurance. Everything casts a shadow, a black one. Darkness is within all things, it is a source of comfort to me. To others, it is a show of depression, of sad times, of rebelliousness. These are all me. That’s probably why the macabre color of death entices me so vividly. I have been swallowed by a behemoth, internally the flame is diminished. I grew with the sort of symbiotic relationship between mental ability and shade. I don’t hide in recluse, though. I LIVE in the dark, it doesn’t own me. Darkness, black as ink, is a necessary lesson to understand, for survival. To know the evil is to know the good. Coal-black, blacker than the deepest ocean, is half of a healthy mental state. It is the amount of shadow that one lets it control themselves that distinguishes individuality. The very existence of man is of a fallen nature. The balance between internal day and night is a tough mixture to get right. The majority of society would deny the prevalence of shade in their hearts. But that is why they deny. They wish it upon themselves for light to occur, for the have always been told dark is bad, and bad is evil, which is ‘morally incorrect”. Take a look around. Even the physical surroundings pronounce a quality of shadow. Black is a dominant color of modern culture. You can witness this for yourself by strolling anywhere, and observing. You will NEVER NOT see shadow.