Gray Soul

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Gray. Yes, no, yes and no.
Neutral or not, light or not. Yes, maybe.
Neither white, nor black.
Light is not, dark isn’t.
Gray.
Silver without shine, lead without strength.
Not strong. Not bright.
Not dark. Not light.
Gray.
By itself, yes indeed. For gray.
A single color, a combination. A color, a contradiction.
White is absence of color, black is absence of light.
Neither is color.
Gray is a mix of both.
Is there light? Is there color? Is it color?
Isn’t it?
Is it or am I?
Gray.
Light and darkness, black and white, without strength and without shine.
Unique as well.

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Laura Esteves

Laura Esteves

Laura Esteves builds worlds with words, and dismantles the ones that already exist. She writes about what hurts, what transforms and what refuses to be forgotten. She writes about love, identity and the systems that insist on defining us.

She believes literature is the only place where truth doesn't need permission. Her texts are born from the certainty that every story told with courage is an act of freedom; for whoever writes and whoever reads.

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