Black
A tone
A place where I begin and end
The most simplistic form
The dark place where I often find myself
The uniform for where I live
The strong and consistent lines I draw
The 156 creative journals I own
My design aesthetic
My clear boundaries
My choice
My safe place
My artistic foundations
Why is it hard to add colour?
The beauty
The meaning
The brand
The feeling
The status
It gave me confidence
It manifests at night
It goes with everything
It flows with strength
It says something, without saying something
Black
A tone
My tone
A place where I begin and end
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