World of White

What we call love;
call dating.
It is an illusion.
We prefer to illude ourselves;
instead of facing the truth.
We can't find love until we faced hate.
People believe,
pretend that they know hate;
they don't.
They haven't experienced pain;
loss.
None of them have.
You can't tell,
until you have.
In order to understand the love;
the happiness.
You must understand,
remember,
and forgive the pain.
Without it everthing is nice;
happy, beautiful and monotonous.
With it you can see the contrast;
the stark contrast that life posesses.
Once you find the contrast you cand find the layers.
The layers of happiness, of truth, of joy;
the layers of hate, of evil, of lies.
And you can see the shades of gray,
and you can find the colors;
personalities, ife, and death.
Each represents its own.
Without the pain, the fear, the loss,
You live in a world of white.