The world is not a colorful place do not be fooled by the springs of the years that pass. Life is as cold as a stormy winter, it is filled with black skies and dark nights, yet it promises sunny days and white lands for us to walk upon.
It is a black and white world, a place where the truth can’t be altered and right can’t be wronged. Well at least that is how a mad man will see the world. A normal man would color everything, even the truth is painted with lies, and even wrongs are sketched to appear right.
How I dream of a world where all men are mad.