We lived our lives in black and white. The wrong, the right. The bright, the dark and all the shit made of things concrete and un-messy.
Life is simple and untangled when you see the world in monochrome. The time can pass by and the world can keep spinning and the fears and hopes and pent up realities can be shut up like some sort of bad secret you're afraid to let out into the light. Like skeletons in your closet, you can kill off the inconvenient inconsistencies in life and make everything black and white.
We were slaves to this ease. This uncommitted ignorance because, well, I'm sure you've been told but ignorance is bliss. We were innocent and proud of our un-jaded status. We were dominant in our lives and nothing else mattered because why should it?
The subtle grays don't matter.
Until one day they do.
