[ WP ] A schizophrenic begins to discover that their condition is actually something much , much more than what it was originally believed to be .

White is not a dull ache that soothes and comforts gentle minds. White does not find itself in wings that flutter supple hearts. White is the froth upon an angry wave! A timeless battering of ageless shores - a roar of elements as earth and water embrace in endless fury! White, a word of harmony has never dared, but stamps an iron truth across an iron sky. I have never heard the loving chorus of an angel ’ s song, but it knows no white and sheds no eternal light. 
 
 Dark soothes the passing of a gentle whisper, and plays the tender rumbling of passion ’ s birth. In peace I hear them sing to me. In black, I see them bound in robes of possibility. I stand together and witness others join me, familiar greetings dance across a lover ’ s gaze. My child ’ s laughter has no color, and cradles me in velvet comfort. 
 
 Then white. Words approach again, more tangible but infinitely distanced. Ruthlessly, they guide me to reality. Mercilessly, the pave the darkness with a blinding truth. Hopelessly, I watch the faces I have known, crushed behind the surging light, and the voices of what could have been, drifting into a dying night. 

