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…
The Weight of Remaining
It is 3:14 am. The house is holding its breath, and I am finally catching mine. There is a specific kind of ache that only arrives when the world stops pretending to be busy. It is the ache of things left behind—the half-finished conversations,…