Silver, I am silver. I am confused like grey, but my shiny exterior dulls the appearance of said state of mind. I am accepted by many different types of people, and I can be both eye catching and forgettable.
But my true love is black. The color of the night and shadows. Since it is a color that compliments all of the other colors, I have many things that are black, like clothes and sheets. Black is my true love because of what it symbolizes. Night is my favorite time of day, the world outside is quiet and I can be left alone with my thoughts. Shadows are beautiful to me. They are both realistic and larger than life. It is something everyone has, the thing that everyone has in common. It is harmless also. It shoes where you have waked, where you will walk, or that you are not walking alone. Black is also misunderstood. It symbolizes evil and death, but not all things black are evil or will kill you. First of all, there are many different view points on evil, so associating one color wi