Stream of Consciousness
Do I Ever Cross Your Mind?
I wonder, in those fragile, blue hours before the world wakes, if the ghost of my name ever catches in your throat. It is a quiet, haunting curiosity—not the kind that demands a recovery, but the kind that drips like slow rain against the glass of a soul. I find myself tracing the outlines of a life we once inhabited, navigating a map of "us" where the ink has bled into the paper, and the landmarks have been reclaimed by the wilderness of time.
By Alex Sterling 8 days ago in Confessions









