Between Black and White
I find myself in a fight,
between black and white.
Neither good nor bad,
but grey.
Fighting with memories I’ve had,
Of begging ones to stay.
Like climbing the same ladder,
only to find a step taken away.
My anger arises, I become even madder
Since I planned on climbing that day.
But I can’t be light or dark.
Because at night is when we light the match,
It’s when I see my spark,
And the steps reattach.
I don’t need the sun,
Or the bright to reach my kitchen.
Dancing in darkness is more fun,
The stars are my rhythm.
Often I am grey.
And for me that is enough.
Depends how you define “okay,”
Or believe in finding a diamond in the rough.
I find myself in a fight,
between black and white.
But I’ve gotten comfortable.
Found satisfaction with the medium.
My memories may still be vulnerable,
Though I know not to give in to them.
The farther I climb,
the smaller they seem.
And as we fall into time,
There is only in-between.
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Model : Marika Giannoccari @felinenesss
Photographer and video: Omer Kaplan @omerkesemkaplan
Original music by Ofir Malik @ofirmalik