Black

Paint it Black, the Rolling Stones sing.
Black black heart, says David Usher.

i am currently addicted to black.
for its simplicity, exclusivity, and easy maintenance.
the color of mourning,
the color of loneliness, for nothing could thriump over black.
the color of combination-for it resulted from a lot of mixture.

i don't want to be bothered with other externalities,
for once, i just want me, and i only think about myself.
for once, i am me for my sake.
i just want to blend in black, for i am black.
and i do not let the light come in. i
i want to stay in the darkness that is black.
i feel familiar.
i feel i found home.

and when i'm ready-to light should this road leads- and finishes in complexities.