What is a black day?
It's when both the sun and the clouds disappear
So all that's left in the day time when you reach upwards
Is a sad, empty atmosphere.
Days when it feels like I forget how to talk properly
Where my head hurts for no reason
Days where almost
That calls my name sounds like another punch in the gut
That kinda day
Sometimes a black day turns into a black week...
You have these black days too, we all do to an extent.
Part of being human.
But the problem with a black day is the black night that follows
A left for dead entrapment of thoughts that barrel
Around in a constant loop.
I'm not him
But now I tell you, nay promise
My black days will no longer conquer me
No longer conquer you.
In a day like so, look deeper into that black.
Deeper beyond our sad, empty atmosphere there's stars.
Warm beautiful stars
Stars with perhaps another blue marble else where
With perhaps someone staring back, in their black day.
Past their own sad, empty atmosphere.
An interstaller connection
So I ask for a suspension
Knowing that underneath every chest beats a heart,
a heart that has black days
But beats on, none the less
So, beat on.
Let the black days come and go
Let the stars; hearts beyond ours, help you; me
Let the past be left alone
Let loose ends be tied
Let that which hurts never be touched again, but learn.
Learn that I will help you paint new clouds, new sun into your empty atmosphere. Help you gather the brushes, pour out the paint.
So that my black days are less empty, so that you can help me paint my sun.
And so that your black days have more color.