Poem and story

[blog#7.0] There is a weight I carry but cannot name. A shape in the fog. Something lost that refuses to stay lost.

[blog#6.2] My first evening at the beach. I wasn't prepared for how it would feel, the way every sense came alive at once. I tried to capture it in words, but all I could do was list each sensation as it washed over me. This is what remains.