Everywhere I look is gray.

Darker here.

Slightly lighter there.

But still a noncommittal shade of gray.

Life was never supposed to be like this.

The fact that black and white would never be separated never crossed my mind.

By no means am I picky.

I would never demand different types of colors.

But oh what I would give to have a shade of pure white.

I would be willing to stain my hands with the ink if only to separate them.

To pull the influence to a separate area.

The problem is that I can never seem to agree with everyone else on the appropriate area.

So the entire picture would just look like a mess.

Knowing that, I abstain.

But only God knows the lengths I would go to in order to make things even a little more bright.