I’ve been called black and white.
Often times, that is not meant as a compliment.
But I find black and white to be very clear.
Silence in black and white.
History or Mystery.
I don’t mind being black and white.
I can see shades of grey.
I can see color.
But often the truths speak most clearly in black and white.
Is it right or is it wrong.
Should I or should I not.
When I start to add colors to some truths,
The truths become unclear.
I’m not always black and white.
But it often serves me well.