Contrast

Without contrast there is no beauty. It is what makes blue so blue and red so red. Colors come alive and passions rekindle at midnight. Contrast keeps us humming when work becomes insane. It is the keeper of laughter and the turnkey to sex. It is what makes fucking worth fucking and laughing worth squirting grape pop out of your nose.  Death requires Life….Requires death. Contrast. 

We fight it and curse it and hate it and love it and push it and keep it and want it and would burn it out if we could find the source.  And those rare precious moments when we remove it the silence is disturbing.

“What happened? Why is this so boring?  Why are you so like me? Where are the colors?” 
“You made me like you because that’s what you wanted.  There is no more contrast between us.  No more fighting. No differences.”

Families.  Friends.  Lovers.  Divide.   Over contrast.

Families.  Friends.  Lovers.  Embrace.  Over contrast.

It proves love.hate.hope.doubt.

Hide your eating.  Hide your purge.  Hide your passion.  Hide your urge. 
Hide your hate.  Hide your dreams. Hide the blood stains under your jeans.
Cut your hope.  Cut your shame.  Cut yourself to keep you mamed.
Contrast is the god you hate.  Contrast is your only fate.
Keep yourself tucked away.  No one knows your name today.
Love comes out when you return.  And hate will kiss your cheek and burn.
Contrast is your savior now.
Swallow what you’ve learned.