everything in life is black and white even the paper on which we write god knows ,how much i loved each and every paper says on which i wrote year with you ,the reason of my waste of time probably. also the reason of my rhyme. life and paper have 1 similarity stack the words, once written,can't be taken back or compromised,no matter how you try you were black i was white.mixed turned grey! the grey began to fade...blurred.vanished.