Black and White Shades of Grey

People are shades of grey. A mix of black and white. Their lives go on like a child playing on a canvas, their experiences dictating how much black or how much white this child has to work with. Not that good experiences are white and bad experiences are black, but that each of life's experiences teach you something about yourself, and as you learn, you tend to lean either towards good or bad... The two colours mix, becoming a shade. There is vagueness, uncertainty, questions... What is really right? What is really wrong? The tone changes as the light shifts across the table the child plays on, you can't ever really tell how dark or light the grey is. Always changing, adding, shifting. There is hope in this for most, because it doesn't matter how dark the grey is, they can always add a little more white. People making decisions and act according to the shade... They are the lucky ones. Cause it doesn't matter what shade they are, it is ONE shade.

I am Black and white. They never mix. They try and find some kind of compromise, but my white is the whitest pure white, and my black is darker than the night. They may touch each other, swirl around, each one trying to snuff out the other, but they remain- black and white. Not always exactly equal, however they remain fairly close. For the majority of my childhood white won, but i've been finding as of late that the black has quite the persuasive power... This is me. My urges, my thoughts, my actions... they are either pure, and loving and beautiful... or they are twisted and manipulative, and boarder line evil. When I say that a part of me wants something, I actually mean a part. My two sides don't get along. Why would they? They are opposites. Oil and Water. I don't know how to make you understand the struggle that is inside... in everything. My White makes decisions, does things and my Black sneers and tries to steal me back... My Black makes moves, and my white knows exactly what is going on and tells me to control myself. Its far deeper than the angel/devil on your shoulder. They don't whisper in my ear, they come from within and drive my soul. And like I said, when i am good- I am GOOD... and when I am bad... it scares even me...