From here
Everything is grey
From here
Everything is muddled
Unclear
Hidden
But...
That means it is not entirely black
Or entirely white.

People say black is bad.
People say white is good.

I say neither.

I like white-
I like its light-
It is beautiful.
It is delicate.
Like a lily
An Easter lily
Making things new.

I like black-
I like its darkness-
It is beautiful.
It is enveloping.
Like a bed
A freshly sheeted bed
Whose sheets were aired in the spring.

I like night storms.
They are black, white, and grey.
The rain greys out the earth with churning water and cloudy
sky.
The lightning pierces through the grey with thousands of
volts.
The thunder blackens the sky with its rumbling.

So
Grey isn't all that bad.
When it is seen through a certain lens.
And when it is seen through a certain lens-
Grey is merely black and white-
Together.

Which means...
That the grey I see
From here
Is black and white
From there
And that means
That it can be black and white 
From here as well.

Grey is black.
Grey is white.

I like black.
I like white.

Therefore-

From here
And
From there
I like grey.