black on white;
the stark contrast is brilliant,
standing bold on the crisp paper,
new, and untouched, apart from the black filled up ink in unclear letters.
those unclear letters make up empty words, and together pointless phrases.
white on black;
its like a dot of light in the depths of darkness, but fainter, further away, hidden by the world. But still it catches your eye; your drawn to it.
and you cant stop looking. A faint and lasting hope that dies in others eyes, as little chance as defying gravity.
Then there is grey.
dull, boring and plain.
But safe, and there is a small mystery as to how the multitude of shades can still differ, even as they are the same.
So on a scale of white through black, with the many stations of grey,
I'd still take a chance on the impossible dare of white on black,
black on white.
and so if even if I'm lost to the infinity; I'll still be able to tell the diffrence.
