Black

Is it that bad that I have found comfort in my sadness? What if I really am trapped? What if I’m addicted to this madness? Some days I find comfort in my frown. Look at the moon, it’s surrounded by darkness. It never seems to want to move. Maybe it’s sad just like I can be, and the stars that surround it too. But what if they;re sad that all they do is shine for me and you? Maybe I will light up soon, just like the moon and stars do everyday promising themselves they won’t let the darkness produce them to not be okay; knowingly that the color black always comes back, maybe I’ll be bright to the dark world around me, even though every second it surrounds me.