Black.

It’s dark. Pitch black. Looking around, I see darkness moving within itself. I don’t hear a thing. There’s thunder and lightning but I don’t hear a thing. I’m just not paying attention so I don’t hear shit. When you spend enough time in the quiet, you’ll notice the silence speaks. It has a voice of … Continue reading Black.

Listen.

Don’t ask me what is wrong,Don’t tell me what is right;Don’t say there will be lightAt the end of the night. Don’t expect me to be strong,Stop looking for a fight;Within me liesA never ending fright. There are blacks,There is white,The Grays you don’t noticeIs what we call life;You give me your timeAnd you will … Continue reading Listen.