the space in your heart is so black

i love the idea of black hearts, of black suns, of black stars. it speaks of the unknowable, vastness of the inside of the human. black pupils,mouths opening to the unexplored darkness of parted lips. voices are darkness, they form around the sounds and create immense wells. what are humans to each other than portals to the infinite expanses? what are ideas but pools of hidden darkness? there is no light without the beauty of darkness to frame it, carry it along.