darkness, to me, is not black.
black has intensity.
black has class.
black catches the eye
and refuses to lay low.
black has beauty and
is filled with emotion.
black is the hard, cold truth,
a paint mark on your hand.
black is a necessity.
black is filled with purpose
and can suffocate and comfort
simultaneously.
black has no pretence.
black is like night, and
we can look for stars within it.

darkness is grey.
grey is nothing.
it's bland.
it's not cold, nor warm.
it never pulls at my heart.
it doesn't suffocate.
it doesn't strangle.
it just sits there, behind you,
like wallpaper. it never
provides opinions.
it doesn't comfort.
its neutrality is its weapon.
it's so quiet that you don't
even notice it's there.
it doesn't even deserve a name.

i sit here in a pool of grey,
living on the promise of tomorrow.
living for a better day.