Melancholy. Some people make it through their entire lives without being touched too severely by its inky fingers, dipping into the stillest of waters and turning the whole ocean black and convincing the sailors it has always been that color.
A new moon hangs over the ocean of the mind, coloring the midnight a deeper shade of black.
The vast vacancy of the vacuum stretches on in all directions and dares the heart to hope for the sight of a star.
There is nothing out there in the black. But some people swear its staring back.
And it can see all your secrets.
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Robin Jeffrey 