Black inkA Story by ValleyKind of just something that popped into my mind as I thought about depression and I basically threw the words out of my heads into a massive jumble.Black. Black everywhere. A
suffocating and hazy amount of darkness, splotches of it staining hands, feet, ceilings,
floors. Smeared and spewed over my face, matted in my hair. When I inhale, I am
breathing in the heavy, pungent darkness. I cough, but I continue writing. Each and every scroll is filled
with words written by inky black darkness. The letters seem to twist in and out
of position. I stare at them and I will them to remain clear. There is too
much ink, too much painfully dark ink, making everything a twisting
mass with no true meaning. Nothing but a Rorschach test. Darkness does not contain any property without destroying
that of another. This is the one truth I am able to understand when confined to my cogitations. I am hacking now, coughing up globs of sticky black ink. I hold my hands over my mouth, but then the blackness just gushes through my nose. And when I cover that up, my ears. Then my eyes. Now I cannot see. But I continue to write. The words I am writing are
smothering beneath the pitch black oils and inks. I’m writhing desperately, my
lungs gasping and screaming and clawing and moaning in complete and utter
agony. I can no longer breathe. But I continue to write. The darkness and obscurity has
taken over every surface and every thought and every hope and every
dream. Are my words even being written anymore? I do not know, but I still hold
my pen with a shaky hand and move it over a sticky wet surface. I long to read my own words one day. Is black the absence of color, or is it every color combined? © 2015 ValleyAuthor's Note
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Added on November 6, 2015 Last Updated on November 6, 2015 Tags: dark, black, ink, depression, confusing, not too sure honestly AuthorValleyLos Angeles, CAAboutI'm merely average but people grasp at the memory of the prodigy third grader that knew what an Oxford comma was. more..Writing
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