Blackness or Color?

There is nothing but black, Black is all I see around me, Maybe I have gone blind? But the black doesn't feel like darkness, It almost feels of light, Is that even possible? The further in the black I go, The further away from color I am, Is that a speck of white I see? Like a singular shining star on a moonless night, Where'd all the others go? Or is it that your the only star, And there's never been any others to begin with? Within the blackness the star shines, Hope floods back to me, Maybe I can see color again. I go towards the speck of white and realized, That it's not white but crimson beneath the facade, I wonder if that was really a star? Is it worth going back to color if I see crimson? The blackness is warm and seductive, I want to stay within it forever. What good is feeling emotion if there's a chance of pain? Is it better to be blissfully numb and isolated, Than to be outgoing and hurt? Can I ever allow myself to trust anyone again? Am I willing to throw color away? And remain in the black eternally? If there's a chance to be free, Should I take it? Or waste away in the cage I made for myself? This is my biggest decision yet, Should I grasp the thread and climb out, Or stay in the depths of hell? I reach for the white hesitantly, I realize that it is a hand, I look further up and see the smile of it's owner. Did I make the right choice?