[bloody kisses]: 558.Humanism - reality of the human mind.Impure Innocence

Clouds – grey, fluffs, nothing once they fall and pass overhead without distinct notice. Memories – not much different. Grey, fuzzy, holding innocence with each passing moment, only though it was ever so hurtful. Grey and painful – electrons rubbing to create streaking blue – lightening. Strike of remembrance; reminisce in your own gallows of impure, remembered past. Grey as the stones lined with grey dried sweat. Everything cannot be in black and white, needs shading, distinction, the in between - grey. Innocent and harmless. Holding peace, but kicking your brain to remember, your heart to relive, heart in oblivion of a blue-grey, shrouded in stupidity, but pure. Mind running to catch up with the black and white – the words…words without distinction, without grey.