Your favorite color is black.
I smiled quietly…
it’s mine as well.
Black like the sky just before the stars
decide to show themselves,
soft and vast,
holding space for every light waiting to be seen.
It’s not absence,
but a kind of fullness
the kind that holds mystery,
the calm before the world shifts.
There’s something about that color
the way it feels like a secret,
something only a few under...
