unable to love anymore, yet unable to hate.
flung into the deepest pit, thrown into the abyss of chaos,
he who shall writhe in agony
look into the few pairs of eyes.
of loathing, frustration, admiration, seduction.
see a line, by its thick white, or the black surrounds, or the thin grey borders engaged between them.
if only all spectrum never existed.
he will continue laughing at the grey off the borders, away from both black and white.
Labels: expression, memory
