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Icy Iridescence

Icy Iridescence

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Romance
The same way you can simply exist, and not truly live, you can go through life, without truly seeing. In the world, most people only see the blacks, the whites, and the infamous grey areas. People who make assumptions that that’s all there is to life: eating, sleeping, getting a good job, supporting a family, and finally, death. However, where does happiness fit into all this? It is the daring who see the black as a mystery, rather than set in stone that see beyond the spectrum. Yet the white represents purity, innocence. The world corrupts, and perhaps if you dare explore the black and white world, rather than finding that nagging, missing piece, your world shatters. That is why, there is a system. A system created by a higher power to assist you in your quest to satisfy your craving for more, yet keeping the purity and innocence. This system requires you to find a person, an anchor, a confidante. The other would show you a whole new world. A world in which there are other colours that blacks, whites, and greys. A world in which colours bring more to your life than monotonous routine. A place in which the system creates a way where both of you are put into the same beautiful new world. So, the feeling of wholeness and joy can be shared with another. A soulmate, if you will.
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