Stream of Consciousness
Naked Minds Shiver with the Cold feel of Heartbreak
The silence was the first thing that truly assaulted Anya. Not the quiet of a sleeping house, filled with the soft creaks and murmurs of shared breath, but a vast, echoing void. Leo had been gone for three days, and the apartment, once a vibrant canvas of their intertwined lives, now felt like a stark, white room where all the color had been drained. His side of the bed was smooth, untouched, a landscape of absence. His coffee mug, usually left on the counter, was gone. Even the faint scent of his aftershave, which used to linger in the bathroom, had dissipated, leaving behind only the sterile smell of tile cleaner.
By Kelly Munala Brookes7 months ago in Humans
I Outgrew a Version of Myself — and It Was Bittersweet
I didn’t notice it right away, but I was growing out of myself. The shift was quiet. I started feeling tired in conversations that once energized me. Certain goals no longer excited me. Some people didn’t feel familiar anymore.
By Fereydoon Emami7 months ago in Humans
