Prose : Black and White World
I woke up into a world of black and white, in a field with ghostly fog and antique trees.
Seeing the world with the perception of a dog, I ponder this reality I ended up in, how I
arrived here. My mind won't admit to the answers I seek, unsure if it knows them and just
won't speak. How funny the mind is, an alien in my own world.
Walking under nameless stars down a rustic road, the simplest details bathed in contrast
and shadows. Without color, everything had inherited soul over substance, striped away of
it's surface to reveal another depth: previously unnoticed.
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