you don’t notice at first.
It settles into everything—
hands, rooms, days.
You try to clean it.
Try to make it quiet.
But something always stirs it back up.
A sound.
A place.
A memory you didn’t ask for.
And there it is again—
softer now,
but still there.
I’ve learned it doesn’t leave.
It just changes how it moves through me.
Some days it hurts.
Some days it just passes through.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 9:47 PM UTC
you don’t notice at first.
It settles into everything—
hands, rooms, days.
You try to clean it.
Try to make it quiet.
But something always stirs it back up.
A sound.
A place.
A memory you didn’t ask for.
And there it is again—
softer now,
but still there.
I’ve learned it doesn’t leave.
It just changes how it moves through me.
Some days it hurts.
Some days it just passes through.
Love You, Be Safe
