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F = G(m1m2)/r2 Black – true black – is the absence of light. Darkness is defined by what it is not, by the lack of something else. When we say a black hole, we truly mean that; black. Blacker than black. An absence of not only light, but of time, distance, anything. The night was scary when I was little. I hated the dark, but couldn’t bear to sleep so long as the light was on, any light, burning on the other side of my eyelids. I used to have nightmares about dark things in dark corners, shadowy figures with shadowy fingers trailing along my spine. I always woke up cold and fumbling frantically for the lamp, but the aura o

on the right of the turquoise green sign that welcomes you to columbia, there are two gas stations and a church. on the left side, there’s a morgue. when i was five years old, my father pulled over and stopped on the side of the road while black car after black car passed us, going the other way. “did we know them?” i asked. “no,” he said, putting the car in drive. “but someone did.” at seven, mr. jimmy down at the ice cream shop let me have free samples of all the new flavors he made before he put them out to the public. a favor, he called it, for his little henry. (years later i would realize t

Every day sat under the beating eyes of judgment Every minor motion made with question and caution Every breath, sneeze, and cough made quiet Suffocating when someone looks Throat clenching when they laugh Their whispers and sideways glances closing in Yet so much is merely in my head. Then a day with thoughts set free No, not a day, a moment A moment of no worry No clouded constricting thoughts I know not for never before had I been such way But there was one moment When the world brightened And mind held no concern toward judgment It was a moment of freedom. In a room filled with people Yet there was no suffocation As if thick air gave

                                   Pain                           Pain is a illusion                  Created simply by the mind to combat                                  Fear                     But when you have a fear of pain                         thats when it all goes                                  Whack                      And reality creeps out the back                                  door                         Because if pains an illusion                         created only to combat fear                         then why are you still there                               And i am still