Black is a very ominous colour for me. Each time I don in a black dress, a black shirt or a black skirt, it means something. It signifies something inflicting the deep within. Something so unbearable there's a need to grieve; to mourn what's gone and what's left behind.

Which explains why I haven't feel the need for black in the past few months. I'm surprised I had to resort to this, I had to deal with this again so soon. Of course I remember the last time.


Black signifies the passing.
Black is a special colour.