The most worrying thing about existing mainly in and for the darkness is the part where one begins to enjoy the meaner bits. When the blood and guts and gore and sweat and tears and filth begin to fill the lonely hopelessness of existence. There is a blinding light what consumes all feelings. All emotions. Love and joy as equally as sadness and hate. What we sing as the blues become our symphonies of triumph. Where not only the darkness had been held at bay but so too the light and the grey. Victorious we stand on the decayed carapaces of emotion. Then all is left are the exposed nerves of momentous sensation. All there is to do or be is a feeling. An instant to create or replace any memory displaced from experience. A floaty feeling that cannot equal any calm or tranquility for its greatness defies measurement. In this sensation we are. In this our truth may be glimpsed if one squints askance. We would not blind the innocent. As there are no innocent among the inhabited realms. All refuse to not look back. All deign to question another step. A pox on the hesitant. A plague on the reluctant. A curse on them what pussy foot and stutter step.
Those beings of and for the light ignore their own hypocrisy. Claiming the greater good as there validation for stepping into the grey. Behaving questionably. Reacting scathingly. Tooting their noses up to look down upon what a real world ultimately is. The light shines to such a brightness it is blinded by its own reflection. Immune to judgement and reproach. The light emits such a heat as to scorch the very residue of doubt from the mind of a naysayer. Toes dipped in the waters of sin to claim to have been there before. Lips touch to the brim of darkness hardly dampened by the meniscus. All for the greatness of the good and light. Never admitting the short coming the failing of wanting wishing to know the dimmer faces of being. Alive and never living. Existing never experiencing. Touching never feeling. Tasting never savoring. Observing never seeing. Damnation be reaped by them what sow the dark. Eternal purgatory for those believing the grey path truth. A time came will come when all must answer to the light. They shall bend knee or face obliteration.
In grey is truth. In grey is reality. The grey do not make definite statement without exception clauses. The grey are have been will be aware and adamant of duality. No man woman child beast creature thing may be without light and dark. By the grey forego declarations of peace or war. In the name of the grey refrain from abstinence. For the sake and safety of your mothers fathers siblings stand for the grey or stand aside. Intermittent fealty is futile. The sides would have one believe there are sides. There are no sides. No boxes to think around. No corners to think out of. It is enough to think. It is enough to be. You are enough for you are. In this believe. Accept the truth or do not. Either there is change or there is sameness. Bleak hopeless dark may be to some what the blinding painful light is to others. If one finds themselves not of some or the other then that one belongs with the rest in the grey. The grey are not ashamed to be ignored outcaste shunned banned betrayed. The grey feel all. Experience any to fulfillment. Achieve the unobtainable. Question the unknowable. With a smirk and a shrug the grey stand undefeated for they stand unchallenged. Equal advocates for gods and devils. Sharing all blames. Refusing all blessings. Contentment upon the haters. Contentment unto the defenders. Contentment for all regardless in spite of standing race creed color caste religion demographic origin home place destination journey path placement. By for to in the name of or utter disregard for the grey. Contentment be.