I don't know.
I don't know at all.
I never did know.
I can't see anyone.
I don't know if I ever could.
All there is, is black.
Maybe there always was.
Maybe my life was nothing but a figment of my imagination.
Maybe there never was anyone.
Maybe it was all only something to stall the blackness.
That's awfully selfish.
Saying that I'm the only one.
I'm not even sure if it is black anymore.
How can something be black if there is nothing to compare it to?
Maybe it's white.
Maybe it's not.
I don't even know what black is anymore.

But it is getting blacker.