I wish the world was only black and white.
It's basic.
It's simpler.
It's easier.
It's understandable.
I wish the world was only black and white.
I would accept grey if need be.
But preferably, a world of white and black would make it easier to understand good and bad.
Right and wrong.
Goodness and evil.
Innocence and humans.
We'd be much better off as a world of black and white.
Unfortunately, it's filled with sickening reds and oranges, yellows and greens, blues and purples, pinks and and everything in between.
It's filled with colors made by illusions of light that nobody asked for.
The world is all colored.
I would accept grey if need be.
But nothing else...
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They say the world isn't all black and white.
Sometimes it's grey.
Sometimes it's red.
Sometimes it's orange.
Sometimes it's yellow.
Sometimes it's green.
Sometimes it's blue.
Sometimes it's purple.
Sometime's it's pink.
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Everything's not all black and white.
They say the world isn't all just black and white.
They say it's filled with color.
Lots and lots and lots of fucking colors.
They say it's not all just black and white.
That phrase, in itself, is the reason why the world is more complicated than it should be.
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A Prose With No Direction
SpiritualA prose with no direction. A mind with no guidance. A human without a purpose. That is the kind of story I hate to be. That is the kind of story I, unfortunately, am.
