Recently, I've had more panic attacks.
Because, suddenly, everything matters.

Now more than ever.

And I can't amount to anything.

They say that honesty is the best policy, but
Is it really?

When the truth could hurt the ones you love most?

And lies are no better,
Covering up the truth
Just to save others.

It eats away at you.

And it makes me wonder,
Is there enough space

Between heaven
And hell

For people like us?

Because life has never been
About black or white.

Or grey.

Or pink
Or blue
Or red
Or green
Or yellow.

Although black has a tendency
To show up more amongst the crowd.

Life has never been about anything.

Life is nothing at all.

And it makes me wonder...