I wish I could say I knew everything. But the truth is I know nothing. I don’t know why the sun rises. I don’t know why the sea is green. I don’t know why the earth turns, or why water freezes. I don’t know anything, but I do know black. A black that stretches as far as my soul. A black that is quiet, empty and dark. A black that is not laced with warmth but is so frigid in loneliness. I want out of this pitless black. I want out of this waitlist place. I want out of my oppression. I want out of this confusing place.
I want out.
I want out.
I want out.