It isn’t the betrayal itself that keeps returning. It’s the way the past still feels unfinished, like it never agreed to stay in its place. You can be doing something ordinary and suddenly you’re back inside that moment, not as a memory but as a climate. Your body remembers the temperature before your mind names … Read more
It starts like a small irritation. A name that won’t leave. A face arriving before you have even chosen to think. You catch yourself rehearsing a conversation that never happens, and the rehearsal keeps going even when the day asks you to be elsewhere. It’s not only longing. Sometimes it feels closer to insistence, like … Read more
Some arguments don’t end when the voices stop. They keep a low pulse, like a bruise you can’t stop checking with your tongue. You think you’ve moved on and then you hear it again, a sentence with your own name in it, spoken the wrong way. It’s strange how quickly the mind turns a living … Read more