Three elderly men are at the doctor for a memory test.
The doctor says to the first man, “What is three times three?”
“274″ was his reply.
The doctor says to the second man, “It’s your turn.”
What is three times three?” “Tuesday,” replies the second man.
The doctor says to the third man, “Okay, your turn. What’s three times three?”
“Nine,” says the third man.
“That’s great!” says the doctor. “How did you get that?”
“Simple,” says the third man. “I subtracted 274 from Tuesday.”
You felt holy, then emptied. The kind of hollow that makes silence roar and every unread message feel like a sentence passed. You gave pieces of yourself…
You think your home is safe. You lock the door, pull it shut, and walk away, certain that nothing inside will move without you. But something does….
They wait for you in silence. Every morning, every night, they’re the first thing that touches your bare, vulnerable skin. One feels like a hotel dream, another…
Waking at 3:17 a.m. feels like being dragged to the surface of a dark ocean. The room is still, but something inside you is not. Your heart…
You remember the exact moment you abandoned yourself, even if you swore you’d moved on. It echoes in the pit of your stomach, in the joke you…
The impact was sudden. No one saw it coming, yet everyone feared it someday would. One wrong lane, one shaken driver, and a circle of young cyclists…