not so grey

i guess it is ok to be confused. and to explore. and to think you're grey, when all you are is white. or black.

i guess being grey is a whole lot of fun. and as much as i wish i were grey, there's not enough black in me for it to happen. i am just too white. and it started to really take its toll on me, this obsession of constantly searching for black spots. i guess it is time for me to stop. because wanting to become grey makes me forget about being white.

i miss snow. a lot. and the cherry flowers. and your teeth. i miss white. i am white.