chance.

then: white on black. black on white. leave shades of grey. falling into this dream. images flying past in my shades of grey. lay down lightly in the grass. you at my side, plucking at a guitar. i turn to say something. you're gone. the music plays on.

now: downward spiral. the peaceful field is gone. black swirls with my darkest shades of grey. the music is faint, but still there. look up. a bright light and i move toward it. the music stops and you're speaking, calling me back. but i'm so close to the warmth of the light. should i stay with what's known? am i brave enough to walk in the light and make my flaws known?



with every brush of our lips, comes a roll of the dice.