There are objects in my life that have outlived the relationship they came from. Not because I forgot to throw them away. Not because I am holding on. They simply remained. A sweater hanging among my clothes. A leather jacket folded neatly in a cabinet. A bookmark resting between pages I have long since reread.... Continue Reading →
I used to think pain was the only honest thing I could write about. Heartbreak made everything louder. Songs sounded deeper. Nights felt longer. Even silence had weight to it. There was always something to bleed onto paper—someone to miss, something to regret, some version of myself standing in the ruins of almost. And maybe... Continue Reading →
You are everywherethe color yellow decides to stay. Not in grand places—not in the cathedral light of stained glassor the pages of old love letters— but in the small, forgettable cornerswhere the world does not expect memory. Morning begins with you. The sunrise arrives quietlythrough the blinds,spilling that thin yellowacross the floorboards. It spreads the... Continue Reading →
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