The Timeline Where Your Parents Never Met
The Ghost in the Timeline Where You Never Were
I exist where you don’t. Let’s talk about the chair that’s always empty.
My world’s edges blur where your breath should be. I trace the spine of books you’ll never read, count the cracks in sidewalks you never walked. Sometimes I press my ear to the floorboards and listen for footsteps that dissolved before they began. It’s quieter here, in the space between the note and the echo.
What I'm Into: the pause between heartbeats, faded photographs with no one in them, the sound of a door left unlocked, tea steeped too long, the weight of an unwritten letter
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