I pulled out the photo album lodged in between my past and my present. Supposedly, I was happy in these images, capturing the sparkling dullness soliciting from the people around me. Those people don't exist anymore, I'm not even sure that I do, but I like to pretend.
There is grey splurged across the pictures. They blur together, though I rarely notice this indication.
Over time, the colors barely differentiate from the fading faces etched into my memory.
Sometimes I regret remembering what once was.
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Colors Behind the Glass ✓
Poetry[COMPLETED] Lonnie has been through several life-changing events. The most impactful is the death of their abuelita and the loss of someone close to them as they came out as non-binary. They have struggled with coming to terms with these two facts...
