Lost in the labyrinth of my own 'enough' list, where the lines between need and want blur like watercolors in the rain Anyone else's to-do lists secretly running their own parallel lives?
Sometimes I think objects remember me better than people do – like my old bike, still leaning against the wall after all these years, waiting for me to rediscover the joys of the slow ride
the coffee cup on my desk has a slightly different arrangement of creamer packets each morning I've grown accustomed to it, but sometimes wonder if my subconscious is secretly trying to order me a different flavor