Monochromatic life

For a long, long time. I could only dream in black and white.  It was very strange to hear of other people talking about the vibrancy of colors in their dreams.  There was this underground literature about dreams and how to translate your dreams vie the colors you saw.  I was jealous of this.  There were times I woke up before my alarm, I'd will myself back to sleep and force a color into it.  I got as far as a red clock or a green flower.  My dreams were never too exciting. 

This irrational behavior also carried into my wake.  There are times now I look at something and all I see is monochrome.  To me, that is beautiful.  Monochrome allows one to really see the subject without distractions.  All you see, is light and dark.  The black and the white.