Black White
Too much is fine.
It can’t be neutral, otherwise death.
A disappearance from the world.
The light comes to the dark.
Dark comes to light.
Black to white.
And white to black.
Black birds and white cats
They incorporated both.
Black and white,
light and dark,
black birds and white doves.
Creatures of all kind.
From man to love.
From tree to shark.
It’s the creature we all loath.
It is us,
that’s why we fear it.
It is you,
that’s why you fear it.
But balance behold,
for neither dark nor light shall prevail.
Well, that is wrong,
for they shall perish if it is balanced.
The dark may sing a song,
the light believes in a new life.
But no.
Through balance they would perish,
and into a new age we would sail.
Maybe even only the boat alone.
Balance had almost been reached. Gingerly they moved a finger. Treebark cracked. It made creaking sounds as it moved down the willow.
Here they had decided to stay. Beneath the willow tree.
A blackbird landed on a branch and spoke to them. Darkness was ruling right now. Their body was black and the veins were white. But white had been getting stronger.
If there were ever a perfect balance, they would turn grey. Into cold, hard stone.
A statue trapped in time and never to reawaken.
They hoped the world wouldn’t break before they did.
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It drops.
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Hello. This story is more like a poem, so if you don’t like this one, please look into the next one. “Things” is more like a story because at the beginning of it there is a character, and at the end there might be none: escaped the box or just left life.
The bold part is another story, so you bet it does connect all these weird dot
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