Black Thoughts

What can I compare these thoughts to?

A bluish, grayish, blackish hue.

For when I am happy, 

they seem to blend,

But an artist would know,

black is the end. 

The darkness usurps any white I recieve,

if only blue, gray, and black could unweave. 

 

 

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