Grey

 7 years ago, it was all colourful. Nowadays, it's nothing but shades of black and white. And then again, it's never black and white. Nothing is ever straight. Everything is, despite our best efforts, grey. Nothing ever feels as simple at all. Life itself became stranger, no right&wrong.

There are always sides to every story. The insides of their souls are bloody, gory. People cover their vulnerabilities, pretend to be strong.

Yet again, they pretend that nothing is wrong at all. Branded with flames in their hearts, pain. No one admits to themselves the mistakes.

Everything remains grey. They force smiles, pretending to be okay.

Everyone remains stranded, estranged. The older we grow, the simpler we become. People look into the small things, and try to smile.

Birds chirping, water flowing, clear skies. Yet, we become much more complex.

Starry nights, carefree rides, no fights. Return the colours to our lives... We choose to sacrifice our joy, to protect... Ourselves. To perceive our softness, our core. Searching for the right people to share it all...

To share it all with, and smile. Things stop being shades of black&white. Right&wrong become apparent, and wow, it's strange...