Eos Veyra

Sunset or was it twilight? As a boy Eos saugh to be different and to share the experience and notice of all things within the black and the white in a way that both sides would find compliant to their world of grey. Everything stayed the same, everything began to change and still everyone said it stayed the same.

It is the moments we don't notice.

It's the memories we've lost.

The scenic value of what someones perception values and not the value of what is perceived.

A negative. A way to see the lines of frost on the day the leaves are crisp in autumn and red with warmed to hug just for a cold shoulder the time after the familiarity.

How to blend it, how do i not be offended, and how can I defend what I want without having what I want but what I need in the sense of what I want without needing it and not wanting it?

I... maybe... everything was just frost. Nothing was ever in color.