Sunday, July 04, 2004

there was a time, i believed that things were in stark black and white. truth was nothing more than just true or false. all the times, i was to be either right or wrong. the sky either had to be bright to be sunny or dark to be rainy. god made adam and eve for a reason. one night, i fell asleep knowing that when i were to dream, it would either be a nightmare or a fairy tale. but i had a nightmare that i was secretly happy with. i woke up and saw the sky pouring with the sun beaming. among the truth, were the white lies that made pp more happy than hearing the truth. i walk on the streets, seeing pp smiling, wishing that god had made two adams or two eves instead. i was wrong for doing the right things. at the instant, i stared hard at everything. a straight line always seems to have a slight curve in it. a smooth curve is made up of many straight lines joined in unison. i stared harder, tears forming and welling, threathening to fall. suddenly, through blurred vision, i saw. Among the contrasting black and white where i believed in, there was the hidden grey.

gilbert at 1:03 AM [comment]

{I hear voices, voices only half as humane as mine..}