There are really two colours with words: black and white. There's so much gray in between, so much to get lost in, so much to interpret, and so much to take in. We dive in, or rather, become drenched in the feelings that rain on us, covering us in a quilt of overwhelming gray. And we melt in the confusion; we cry, we bleed, and from that, red and blue emerge; another pair of contradictions. and it's a cycle that takes us in and out. Where can we ever begin; where can we ever end.

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Amateur photographer (at best), I mostly write.

Twenty-two