Ever roll up your pant leg to reveal those twisted blue rivers, a heavy throb pulsing with every heartbeat? What…
Ever shuffle through mid-morning fog, eyelids heavy like curtains at noon, wishing for a spark that doesn’t jitter like coffee?…
Ever stare at a spice jar, wondering if that unassuming bay leaf—crisp, aromatic with whispers of eucalyptus and clove—holds a…
Ever lace up socks only to wince at the rope-like ridges snaking down your calves, a dull throb chasing you…
Ever trace a new line in the mirror, skin dull like yesterday’s news, wondering if glow is gone for good?…