Day 23/28: smudges
Somewhere along the line, my edges became smudged. I don’t really remember when it happened, but somewhere between my transition from Maryland to Rhode Island I lost the sharpness that defined me. It vanished in the packed boxes and the goodbyes, leaving behind grey smudges and blurry colors where my feelings leaked out.
Smudges can’t ever be erased. They’re always there, like a shadow, even when you redraw the lines. They’ll always be there as a reminder of what happened.
Brittany’s smudge
Tynan’s smudge
