I have a theory. Most people don’t actually know what they’re capable of. Not because they’re lazy. Not because they’re scared. But because they…

I woke up this morning, stretched, and something in my back made a noise that sounded like a tree branch snapping in half. That’s…

There’s a notebook sitting on the floor next to my bed. It’s beat-up, the edges curling in, pages stained with coffee and regret. Inside?…

There’s a road just outside of town. Nothing special—just cracked pavement and power lines, stretching out toward nowhere. But I used to think if…

There’s a little ritual I have. Most nights, when it’s too late to be awake but too early to sleep, I pick up my…

There’s this moment that happens. It sneaks up on you when you least expect it—when you’re walking down a familiar street, hearing an old…

There was a time when I felt bigger than this place. Bigger than the small-town streets, the dead-end jobs, the same old faces that…

I caught my reflection in a store window yesterday. Didn’t recognize myself. Not in some deep, metaphorical way. I mean literally—I stopped, looked, and…

I should’ve finished this post yesterday. Hell, I should’ve finished it last week. Instead, I spent an hour scrolling through videos of people living…

I don’t mean to be dramatic, but some nights, I lie awake and wonder: What if this is it? What if life doesn’t get…