Color in a black-and-white world

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How can a heart leap and jump

While it shatters to a thousand pieces?

Can you smile shine through the tears

That stings the eyes and stream down sad faces?

It's not as impossible as it seems

 

Have you felt so lonely

Even while in the middle of crowded places?

Do you suffocate on the

Anxiety in the happiest of times?

Who knows what happiness really means

 

Do you know what it is like

To not know whether to laugh or cry and

Your mind is going too fast while

Your body it aches of exhaustion?

Life's not black or white with no in-between

 

It's a roller coaster ride

A seemingly random row of events

Upside down and inside out

Sometimes neither, sometimes both

You never know what living means

[Whimsicawl]

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Your poem broke me down little by little in every two lines. When you paint a wholesome image in one line, you smash it to fractions in the next. There's this looming, repeating concept of Isolation that spooked me. But most prominent is how your last line contradicts your title.

 

"You never know what living means" is a very Gray sentence. It's not black or white in the sense that "you know or you don't know" it's the Grayish unknown of "what living means?" That's so small, and thoughtful