when we close our eyes
we don't see black, we see nothing
and there's a difference.
black is something.
you decide if it's good or bad.
but there's nothing to think about the void.
it's just nothing.
instead of a deep hole of nothing,
be something.
even if it's a mistake.
if there's a fire you want to follow,
then follow the one which will
help you grow.
but choose. take a decision.
instead of being nothing,
choose black.
because maybe black will
be your new rainbow.
— SweetSimu.
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EUNOIA
Poetry❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
