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The Three colors of being

White is the color of light and freedom, beginning happiness to those who like in the light

Black is the color of death and sorrow,  beginning pain and madness to those who live within.

With all of the being that lives and feel living in either color, I live in either. I don't dance is the light all the time but yet I don't sit in the darkness all the time either. I don't feel free but I am not dead despite how I feel most hours.

I believe there are three colors of being, white, black and gray.

Gray is the between of prisoner and freedom, it is the space with people cross for only a few moments. People pass through gray when they feel pain and sorrow in order to reach black yet they must pass through gray again to reach white being happy and free again. Gray is the between of joy and despair.

However, I can't seem to pass either live, not black nor white. Somedays I lean towards white while most days I lean into the blackness. It is as if I'm in between life and death, fighting with my demons to let me be in the white.

Now, of course, there is another color without a name, the nothing. The nothing comes after death, after reaching the end of the blackness. The nothing is different than other the others, it has no pain or freedom because it is nothing, a mix of white, black and gray. There are two ways to reach the nothing, passing through the white or the black but the gray has no way to the nothing because most are not stuck in the gray.

The between is the worse of them all, not having a certain feeling nor a certain moment of passing.

I am stuck in the between, wishing to enter the nothing and skip the black and white.

I just want the nothing...

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