Black, a colour that symbolises devastating vulnerability for some ;
Some say dark rooms instigate a feeling of fear ;
The depth and endlessness of a raven tinted corridor might seem depressing .
Did you ever notice how comfortable the same melancholic aura-ed room is when you are tired of the worldly affairs.
This endless darkness always embraces us in our bad condition ;
While we're Broken , confused or depressed, we always run to it .
Even though it knows , one day we'll go back to despising it,when we are in that hazey state, airheaded and happy again.
Still it's as comforting and warm to embrace us always. It's just our attitude that changes from time to time.
Even after we part from our material sheath, it beholds us with utmost grace and this time, forever.
A reunion, one may say!
A shade that almost everyone thinks would suit them.
Do you know , why❓
It's because black, also symbolises death. Death , something that's true, fated and just to all .
If someone says, "I'm black hearted". It doesn't mean they're bad, but they're just aware ;
Those who love to stay in shiny scenes wouldn't love them always ;
But the string attached somewhere in the endlessness of their core has gone too deep and can't be pulled out.
They're not scared of showing emotions but the consequences that come along.
Consequences of falling too deep.