The Weight of What We Carry
We spend our lives gathering things. We fill our pockets with stones, our houses with furniture, our minds with the heavy expectations of others. We think these things define us, that they are the anchors keeping us from drifting away. But…
The Weight of Resting Wood
The sea is a patient creditor. It takes what it is owed, and in return, it leaves behind the debris of our survival. We build vessels to defy the horizon, painting them in colors that scream against the grey, hoping to be seen, hoping to be…
The Weight of a Wish
The smell of damp concrete after a summer rain always brings me back to the feeling of letting go. It is a heavy, humid scent that clings to the skin, much like the way we hold onto our own intentions before we finally release them into the…