Black

Black.  It has consumed me.  It has become the color of my heart, my soul.  It is my world.  The old me has drifted away.  Drifted like a kite on a breezy autumn day.  Never to return.  Nor do I want it to.  This way is safe.  My heart cannot be broken if I no longer love.  My feelings cannot be hurt if I no longer feel.  My soul cannot be taken if it no longer exists.  Black has become my safe place.  My Eden.  My eternal home.