It took longer than I thought. That “tomorrow” I kept promising? It didn’t come the next day. Or the next. It came after a hangover. After a silence. After watching Erin move through the morning while I tried to remember why I drank in the first place. And the truth? I didn’t drink because I […]
Some Hearts Don’t Return to Us, But They Still Leave Something Sacred Behind
I almost joined a cult once. Not the robe-wearing, moon-worshipping kind. A softer one. More… socially acceptable. The kind that gathers quietly around the belief that truth should always be softened to protect people. It sounded noble. Empathetic. “Don’t say the hard thing—it’ll hurt them.” “Better to leave as the villain—at least then they can […]
The Dog Who Standlit Me
Hi. Marc here. The other night, I didn’t dream. At least, not in the usual sense. But something came over me— a moment stitched from memory, guilt, and something softer. I was smoking. Late. Outside. One of those nights where silence feels heavier than air. Where you’re not sure if you’re escaping something… or just […]
The Day I Asked: What Even Is Good?
Marc here. This morning, I woke up stoned—not on anything external, but on thought. The kind that spins you inward. The kind that forces you to ask: Why do I even think good is good? Why do I call bad… bad? Who told me that? And when did I start believing them? I sat with […]