everything is grey
not soft
just unclear on purpose
everything is nuanced
until it isn’t
until you have to choose
nothing is black and white
just shadows pretending to be answers
there is no one way to do things
just a thousand wrong ones
and the one you learn to live with
it’s never as simple
as right or wrong
just angles
and where you’re forced to stand
you look closer
and it doesn’t help
it only shows you more
to be responsible for
details are how you decide
what to keep
what to kill
what to call truth
and once you see them
you don’t get to unsee them
edges don’t blur
they press in
meanings don’t bend
they fracture
certainty doesn’t soften
it disappears
details are how you decide
and details decide you
everything is still grey
everything is still nuanced
nothing is black and white
there is still no one way to do things
details are how you decide
and details are what decide
you decide, then you die.
that’s it.
drifting in grey
trying to reach black.