Maybe you’re not starting over, just arriving again, with fewer lies The water boiled but no one noticed. It was the fifth time today. The kettle screamed and the room stayed silent. Not empty. Just unaware. Somewhere between thought and repetition, the moment lost its meaning. You paused, vaguely remembering something you'd never lived. A smell. A hallway. A name you almost said out loud. Is it possible to remember something from a life you never had? Some say memory is nothing more than the brain organizing static. Others believe it’s a leak in time. But sometimes, when the light hits a certain corner of your room just right, or a chord in a forgotten song tightens your chest, it doesn't feel like memory at all. It feels like return. Like you were someone else, once. And that someone is still here. Watching. Waiting. You feel it in your bones. Not pain. Something older. A weight that didn’t start with you. Like your soul is wearing clothes that have been mended too many times...
💡 🔥 One publication One mission: Turn emotion into impact.