like..duh (but grayscaled, and magnified)

for all the shades of gray in my life, i have to go and add more to it.. oh just tip the cauldron of wrought emotional iron into my brain.

like you said, your life can only have black and white..but mine is full of the things in between. Conflict? Complement? But with my overactive mind's eye I need to imagine things before they can happen..imagine all the yes nos and maybes so that I feel secure in my insecurities..think about all the possibles and perhapses between black and white.

When you said what you said, it was something unexpected, but something I expected.. an ocean of gray for me, and the black-and-white for you..

While my anchor of reality drifts a month away, out of sight, out of touch..
My heart is battered in the surf, and covered in the waves. I hurt but no one will see it.