Black is Bold, Black is Brave, Black is Beautiful, Black is just Black
People say black is dark, black is evil, black is negative, black is lifeless, black means death, but they forget that only in the darkness can the stars shine.
Black is bold, and it has a touch of elegance mixed with attitude. Unlike other colours black is true, loyal, it can’t have any shades, black means black. Black has its own essence of beauty, beauty burned with pride and mystery. You can’t see the secrets the black sheets fold behind, it’s mysterious, adventurous. Yet you can trust black, it isn’t see-through, it doesn’t reveal what it hides inside. Black has a sense of elegance folded with diplomacy inside its darkness. Black remains black, it doesn’t change so easily. It’s affirm, safe, secure, its black. Black would mix with other colours, all colours, but never lose its blackness, never lose itself.
On the other hand, white, or any other colour for instance, lose themselves so easily, submit themselves so easily. So nervous, so shy, so submissive, so disloyal. You can’t trust other colours, they have different versions, difference attitudes, different personalities, different shades, and you can’t know which one is original, which one is true. They reveal all secrets; you can’t hide anything behind them. And white, so dull, so lifeless, how easily can it be littered, stained, how easily can it be forgotten.
But black, black is black; mixed with its own tinge of pride, glamour, prestige, strength and overwhelming charm. Black is definite, clear and precise. It has its own way of being itself, of being bold and confident and of standing out and of making others stand out. It’s selfless, absorbs everything, everyone, embraces them and takes them to eternity. Black is never-ending, it’s infinite and it’s open to all, open for all. Black is cool and it has its own style of proving its presence. Black has seen suffering, it knows, it understands. Black has been burned, black has been hurt, and so it’s black and it lasts forever hiding it pain and wounds.
It is only black which remains with us even after death. And this world of ours needs more black.