New

New.
The black page of my entry cries out to be coverd with words as the sprinkling of snow on the muddy ground.
The blackness scares me as its the blackness that is my worse fear.
A blackness where no light can ever enter to give me hope or nature my dreams.
Black absorbs you as you are sinking, sinking into the darkness of eternal darkness.
Nothing can live in the darkness, no love can grow or bloom, or to open its petals to the love it has absorbed.
No love enjoying the warmth of the love within as it radiates to all who are near the sweet smell of happyness.
At last the blackness has been sprinkled with words making the time here more bearable.