Trying to suppress this feeling, again... I'm overreacting again.... It doesn't concern me one bit.

The night sky. I was staring at it emptily as I laze unproductively on the sofa.

It wasn't the colour what I always thought it would be. Black, that is.

If I were to use a crayon to depict a night sky, I'll always pick the black crayon. Maybe dark blue.

From what I saw, the colour of it was purple-ish, maroon-ish, brown-ish... Some colour I cannot properly express through things called words.

It wasn't black.

Hence, people call use "the dark night sky" instead of "the black night sky"

Even if I were to mix the colour using poster paint, I wouldn't be able to create a replica...

It wasn't a very striking colour. Most people don't really take note of the night sky.

At night, they mostly stare at the moon or stars or even shooting stars... That's what they care about.

By staring at the sky, I could instantly feel that, whatever I was upset about, faded away.

It made me want to dissolve every single emotion into the colour of the sky.

Somehow... I wouldn't mind drowning in a sea of that colour.