The Weight of the Unseen
Can we ever truly walk upon the surface of our own lives without sinking into the depths of what we leave behind? We spend our days measuring the distance between the solid ground we crave and the fluid, shifting tides that define our existence.…
The Surface Tension of Being
Water striders possess a remarkable ability to navigate the surface of a pond, their legs dimpling the water’s skin without ever breaking through. They rely on surface tension, a delicate physical boundary that supports their weight, allowing…
The Weight of Petals
I keep a pressed carnation inside a heavy dictionary, its edges now the color of tea-stained lace. It was tucked into a book by a lover who did not stay, a small, brittle ghost of a summer that felt like it would never end. When I touch the…