where is the truth in this world;
full of people and the masks over their faces?
nowhere.
nowhere because everything is untrue, a façade.
where is the lie in this world;
little, messy and all inches ours?
nowhere.
nowhere because we all know it is called messy for a reason.
there is no pure black,
nor pure white,
nor pure grey.
everything is a mix of black
and white
and every shades of grey in between—
all woven into one intricate painting.
a pastiche:
it's hideous
yet aesthetic.
there is nothing not beautiful
yet nothing not ugly.
this is our world, our universe, our society.
this is where we live.
this is what we are.
a truth. a lie.
a black. a white. a grey.
a mess.

a mess.