Month: December 2023

There is incense in the walls.Sandalwood and salt.It clings to the air like memory—burned slow,never fully leaving. I used to wake to bells in my chest,a rhythm that knew sunrisebefore…

I used to leave a porch light on,just in case the night forgot its way.But now I sleep in pitch,no beacon, no welcome.Only the hum of streetlampsflickering like old grief.…