There was a time when black was my favorite color. It suited my mood back then, but then got replaced with loads and loads of other colors. It is still there somewhere in the background, but now it’s more of an accent color, not the main one.
I still sometimes want to just wallow in black. To paint the walls black as a backdrop for all the other colors and patterns. As a metaphorical backdrop for everything that has ever happened in my life and that I still try to get a complete narrative of.
Sometimes you need the dark to appreciate the light. Sometimes you need to remember the dark to remember the light. You need a balance – you can’t have one without the other, you can’t see one without the other.
I go back to black, and then I move on once again forward into the unknown.