Black, I have a black lacy bra and I have a black lacy dress. And I have a black heart and a black soul. They say it’s dark and that I am a horrible person. I am not someone you should be with. Because it’s all dark like looking into oblivion.
Yet, it’s beautiful for me and not for them.
Now, the fact is why black is not the white ? Why can’t black be innocent and pure ? Just because it’s dark and gloomy does it mean that it’s impure ? It cannot be white, but who wants to be the white ? Why is white always the pure one ? Because it appears that way, but then black can be pure too. Maybe black is pure than the white ? I would say what is pure ? Why comparing it to pure ?
It’s always about a theory that keeps on going and going.