I wish I had been stronger, as I wish many things had not occurred.
Now, standing on the porch with Maye looking up at me, I felt it. The tiny embodiment of fear creeping into the light I longed to feel.
Regardless of all that I became aware of, I still craved your shattering presence. I am glad you left. I am not. Perhaps even I am oblivious to what my mind and heart were pushing me towards. The signs, how I had neglected them for so long. How blind could I actually be, and could I divert from normality further? In some kind of drunken state, I had smeared my mind across the table, relinquishing my power to something of little importance: something less than my own opinion. I wonder if I had been aware of the damage it would mean for my state, for the way I viewed myself and the world around me. I clarified that I had not, for if I had, would I be living in such a blank world?
This was my theory.
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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...
