The world is gray, it seems.
         Beauty is simply a word,
                 not an inherent quality.
it means nothing anymore.
so ugly things are being called beautiful,
and beautiful things are not being recognized.
Color doesn't exist for others.
    One sky reflects the same,
    each flower is paltry,
    the stars above no longer glimmer,
   rivers no longer flow;
all beauty has suffocated.
    but not for me.

black-and-white are barriers to me, that limit my life,
and so I break through that,
              leaving rubble behind- dim, gray rubble.
    In every breath is beauty, ever being, too, is beautiful.
and I will surely be ****** if I will
ever let the blindness and insouciance
of others condemn me to that lifestyle.
life, living, love, lust: every thing is beautiful.