My psychotherapist tells me
There is no black or white
No good or bad
No pleasure or pain
It's just a trick that my mind likes to play on me whenever I open my eyes

My psychotherapist tells me
Life is just shades of gray

I take another look
Hmmmmm
From a distance life does appear to be a dull sort of brown
But as I get closer colours start to appear
Bright colours, swirling, mixing, seething

Ever so exciting
Ever so exhausting

I get even closer and the colours begin to vanish
They blink out of existence
They blink back in again
There is just presence and absence
Cold void and a hot fullness

To be or not to be
To live or not to live