The Dream of Grey

Shades of grey are absent in crazy.

At least in the first go around.

Looking back, examining what has been, a nuance of stark red mad and soft, cool white can be detected.

But it’s only in the after.

Oh, what it would be like to luxuriate in subtleties of sanity in real time.

I long for a washed out gray of life…

How ironically sad is that?

Until tomorrow…


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