Fragments I Left on the TableUnfinished sentences. A half-empty glass. A thought I didn't get to finish. Some days, I am nothing but leftovers of myself... small pieces scattered, waiting for someone to notice, or maybe just waiting for me to gather them back.
Apologies That Don't Fit the CrimeThere are apologies that are too small for the damage they follow, and apologies that are too big for something barely worth a sorry. Both leave me uneasy, like trying on clothes that don't quite fit. I think about the way we fumble over apologies,... See More »
That Awkward Dance of Holding the Door Too Long Poll (5) See Poll OptionsWe've all done it... holding the door for someone who's just a little too far away, then watching them half-jog, half-smile their way toward us. It's... See More »
Wealth skipped us, Trauma didn'tCarrying Generational Trauma Instead of Wealth Some families pass down houses, land, or businesses. Others pass down stories, resilience, and scars that never quite healed. When you grow up in the shadow of generational trauma, it can feel like you... See More »
wings in my hands 🦋This afternoon, I crossed paths with a butterfly — not just any butterfly, but one of those big, striking ones that look almost unreal when their wings catch the light. It was struggling, caught in a quiet battle with the wind and the ground. I... See More »
Which fictional character would you trust to babysit your pet (and why is it a bad idea)?Mine would be Anne Shirley (Anne of Green Gables) Vibe: Cottage core, overly apologetic Why you’d trust her: She’d write your pet poetry, feed them berries, and make up lullabies. Why it’s a bad idea: Comes back with your cat in a handmade bonne... See More »
The Quiet Kind of SadThere’s a sadness I only feel when I eat breakfast alone. Not a dramatic sadness. Just a quiet, familiar “wish someone was here” type of thing. Even if we don’t talk. Just ••• here.
After the Call EndsThe call ends. The silence after hits different. Like your voice echoed too long and now the walls remember it better than I do. I don't even know what we talked about I just liked hearing you breathe.
