People say, there are two sides to every story and in many cases this is true. But sometimes… there is a third.
A grey area no one names. And no one claims.
Recently, I’ve watched conversations rise from two sides, each sharing their truth. I am not here to defend or challenge either. There is no right or wrong here.
There has been pain.
There has been growth.
There has been community built and voices found. And that takes courage on both sides.
But there is something else. A grey unnoticed area. A space that didn’t speak. A space that wasn’t asked to. The ones who sat at the edge of both circles, neither fully in or fully out. Sometimes by choice and sometimes by design.
I know this… because I was there.
I watched as circles grew tighter. As people, some I had supported, some I had shared space with, became harder to reach. Not through fault. Not through malice. Just… gravity. The kind that pulls inward.
And the overlap? The grey area. Well, that became something else entirely.
A net.
One that was hard to see beyond. Hard to step out of.
On the other side, there was distance. Different circles. Different rhythms. But the same pattern, just shaped another way.
And in between… there we were. The grey ones.
Subscribers. Observers. Writers trying to be seen between tides.
We learned to read patterns. To time our words carefully. To place posts like offerings, hoping they might catch light before the current pulled again.
We learned the quiet craft of restacking. Of Notes that stretched just far enough to breathe beyond the circles.
It wasn’t loud. And it wasn’t easy.
And then… on the rare days the circles loosened for a moment. The feed opened.
Old lanterns flickered back to life. New voices rose. There was space again.
Air.
Please take this in the spirit it’s meant. This isn’t judgement. It isn’t accusation.
It’s simply a voice from the overlap.
A perspective from the grey area.
Because sometimes… understanding doesn’t come from the sides.
It comes from the space in between.
~ Nerra ⚔️⚖️
The fire has grown from ember to flame, but the circle here remains the same. There is a place for you here at the campfire.
If you’ve enjoyed walking these paths with me, you can make a wish… and toss your coin into the campfire’s wishing well, simply click the image. And thank you truly.
Beautifully said!
Yes, and beautifully put ❤️