I see a world of black and white,
Like the keys of a piano
A scale in which no mind can see.

I live in a world of blacks and white
Of a monochromatic flood
Where sounds echo as if on blank walls.

In this grey scale world
I found no colours
And slowly my world faded into a blur.

I lost my ability to see the difference between many things.
I drifted around in this monochrome home.
I faded into the endless black and white.

Slowly and surely,
I was losing myself.

Imagine the sound
Of a rain drop
Hitting the flat surface of an open pool.

Suddenly a colour appeared.
The endless monochrome dream had been shattered.
Misty and cloudy
Diluting my monochrome vision.

Slowly more drops of colours appear.
Soon my world seemed to flood in colours, each clouding my vision in their splendour.

I knew not what I had missed till then, yet somehow I am drawn to the monochrome colours.
Somehow they reach my dreams and make this vibrant world seem cold.

I could feel no warmth from the vibrant pinks and blues.
I could feel no love in the reds and purples.
I saw no life in the greens and yellows.
But when I looked at the black and whites, I felt a world strive. I felt at home.

Sure the colours made me happy for a moment,
But nothing beats my monochromatic home.
Nothing means as much as my...
Monochromatic Home.

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Before people question me about the way I wrote this and how the flow of this is all over the place, please close your eyes, think of the moment before it rains, the emotions you feel then. Imagine the world you see in that moment and how you feel about it. Think of what makes you feel moat like you in that moment and then read this again.