Everything was so binary. Black and white were the only two colors that existed. Right and wrong were the only two choices you could make. Love and hate were the only two emotions you could express.
Then the grey storm clouds of complication set in. Right and wrong were choices abstract to the human mind. Love and hate were complementary emotions. No direction, no escape, no liberation from this limbo we fear.
50 shades of grey, all opposing, and unique. Fine lines are drawn, not to cross, distinguishing between right and wrong. Love and hate has no logic, dormit emotions linger around, with stagnant passion, while the worlds collide.
