Grey is not me

“Because falling was not the problem, when you fall, you are at peace;

It's only when you hit the ground, it caused all the grief.”

The words seep out of the cracked walls
And the mirth drains out from the flushed skin
In these willful words and broken roads -
Few sold their minds
Few lost their souls.
Few fought to build something beautiful
Few conquered the beautiful just to see it burn.
such is the illusion of control.
such is life, not always, though at times...
The key is to accept that at times, we may even lose.

Reality is transparent.

Fiction is Grey.