My Life in Monochrome



In between the deepest, darkest trenches of my heart, everything is black and white, and I'm not saying that it's a bad thing. I live for monochrome, I find happiness in simplicity, I bask in utter contentment of a life sans the complexities, anguish and burdens a spark of color brings. Colors can only be so entertaining while it lasts, and then it will bring chaos and wreak havoc into my black and white existence.

An existence that I've grown accustomed to, an existence I may not be willing to let go. I'm not saying that I will forever be shaded, but it will take nothing short of a miracle to make me see that I still need colors in my life. And no, I'm not just talking about my bedding set.

Cheers,

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