Right now, right this very moment, many of the things I believed were white I see now as black.? In turn, many of the things I saw as black, I now realize are white.
It's a very confusing time filled with doubt and strong emotions.
Like getting kicked out at 17 years old, I find myself facing the cold wind alone.
Then, D. comes to hold my hand.? Rose slips her fuzzy head under my hand for a pet.
And I'm not alone in the wind anymore.
If black is white and white is black, why does everything feel so gray?