Black and White

Many things are black and white, but more live within that grey area that sits between.This  was a topic that had been weighing on Alison's mind for a while now. The question was where did she fit in all of this. There were things that only she knew which made them black and white to her eye."It's as though as soon as I say what I think the issue becomes a grey area to be avoided" she said out loud to an empty room. The sound echoed off the fading white walls. The only thing that will forever be black and white even when they fade are the keys of a piano. Her fingers played softly as if she were trying to separate the white and black from the grey that was her mind. Then a whisper to herself "I am the grey area".