Darkness is Black
Right before I fell, just when I was about to be grounded, I saw a ring. A bright ring above me. It was blazing, as if there was nothing brighter than that ring in the whole universe. The light pierced through my eyes, it was difficult to watch. Yet, I didn’t cover my eyes. I didn’t turn my face away. Rather, I reached for it. I stretched my arms as far as possible, staring into it, all this time. I wanted to grab on to it. I wanted to embrace that light. I wanted that light to be a part of me. Maybe because I wanted to be bright. Bright as that ring. But maybe, I was afraid of the dark. I feared ending up in darkness. I didn’t like darkness because it was black. Black. Dark. Empty. Afraid.
“Uuuuhhhh” I tried getting up. I was lying unconscious. It seemed as if hours had passed. I tried opening my eyes but they seemed heavy. I rubbed them. I thought I had lost my vision. I could see absolute nothing. I curled myself up, against a wall I guess. I didn’t know what was around me. I feared being at the wrong place. I just wanted to see where I was but I couldn’t. That’s the thing about darkness. It engulfs everything it can reach. Everything it touches. It forgives no one. And it seems like it may never end. It’s just a never ending whole of black you keep falling into. Deep. Hollow. Endless. Soulless.
I feared it might eat me. Eat everything I love, I touch, I feel, I dream, I pray. It might eat my soul. The only thing that belongs to me. My soul. I weeped in the dark. I stayed where I was, dug my head in my knees and wept. Not realizing black was just a colour. I heard a dripping sound, a thug and a beat. In that dark hole, my heart began to shine. I might find a way. In haste, I looked around. I still couldn’t see anything. I was broken this time. I stared in agony. I stared into that darkness. I didn’t blink for once. That is when the magic happened. When you stay in the dark, you adapt and that’s the thing about humans. They adapt. They strive and they find a way. Just when my heart began to dim, my surroundings began to shimmer. I could see. I could actually see. I saw scars, deep scars. They were healed. I saw blood, thick. It froze into ruby. I saw heart, thumping, beating. It was made of gold. I saw streams of tears, endless. I saw diamonds gleam beneath. And I saw her. Singing. Her hair was open. Long and wavy. She wore a black dress. I longed to meet her. She was walking. She looked behind, smiled and walked away. Her smile as if she touched my soul. Her hand printed on my heart. My heart beat escalated. I never knew I’d meet her here. She was HOPE. She was COURAGE. She was KINDNESS.
The next thing I remember, I was in my room. Sun rays entered from the window, filtered by the curtains. I felt light. My eyes were still wet, but my burdens lifted. I realized black is just a colour. Black. It absorbs all the colours, and doesn’t reflect back anything. That’s the thing about black. It holds each colour, but since it doesn’t give back anything, it’s considered dark. But if you look within, you’ll find what you want. You’ll find harmony. You’ll find peace. You’ll find tranquility. Just look for what you’re looking for and you’ll find it. Because when there’s no light, look within!
