it is all I see when I close my eyes; every color flowing together- and no color at all. when they look upon my eyes and the sphere dilates, the pupil bares its darkness. black dances with me on the pavement as I walk against the sunset. I watch it hide in the corner under the dresser. fleeing its opponent as I flick the light switch, it dissipates into the bright air only to surface again when the bulb burns out. as I lie on my back after twilight, the blanket of blackness stretches to all horizons; haunting airplanes passing overhead overpowering the pinholes of light we call the stars. flowing through the verdant trees calling out to the crickets bringing about the death of a previous day. it surrounds my body as I slumber, seeping beneath the blankets, holding my hand, reclining with my body, flooding the floor, floating to the ceiling. as I breathe in, it bleeds into my throat. as I scribble, it seeps from the tip of my pen. and as I pace, it prances behind me; the color of a void, the void of all colors.
I choose to wear my heart on my sleeve. virtually, everyone has labels hanging over them. I would like to remove them, but the truth is, we are all larger than the labels people give us to confine and define us. my soul speaks through images, words, and art; every shutter captures another piece of the soul, converting fragments of my life into memories. I draw lines to cross and wear clothes to take off. I live with friction in my bed and fantasies in my head. I am living an eternal fairytale where everything is coated in love, love and more love. I am flashy, I am deep, and my heart is the centerfold. passion is essential in my life. too many people are simply living but very few are alive. forget about the plastics and the superficial. I want classy, I want trashy. give me anything that breathes with conviction: thinkers, lovers and leaders; people who turn love into paintings, people who turn tears into sonnets, people afraid of life but never afraid to live.