Black and White Is Not Describe Reality So Much as It Defines It

How things are is not how they should be or need to be, but how you've allowed them to be. And most importantly, black and white is not describe reality so much as it describes what's not there, what's missing from reality. I saw a blue sky, miracle in its own rag that's not confine to story or narrative. This time i didn't closed the blinds. I opened my eyes. Sometimes that alone is the little henge that swings a big door, a door that i want to open. How lucky am i to be where i am when i am?