black and white.
dark in spaces. others filled with light.
your days would change like a mood ring.
you wouldn't allow anything to come,
everything you had, you would bring.
interrupting a silence that spoke so vividly.
but you couldn't see that.
everything was always white and black.
you could only feel the energy that your spirt gave back,
to the atmosphere.
fearful of your conscience.
your space would be as crowded as that space filled with darkness.
is everything hidden or are you lost?
you would always search for color..
never finding the artist.
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