Chestnut Hours Shirt Swimsuit That’s how she feels most

That’s how she feels most days

Her journey lives within her — a ledger of unmet expectations and inherited restlessness

a love note folded into a front pocket

She wears red like a theory

but does not discipline

Chestnut Hours Shirt Swimsuit That’s how she feels mostShes had three dreams and two matcha lattes this morning. None of them made senseexcept the shirt. It clings like a thought she cant quite finish. Hand dyed in a chestnut tone, the colour sits somewhere between burnt sugar and forgotten journals. Theres warmth in itfaint, flickeringlike lamplight in a train window. The crochet, loose enough to breathe but close enough to hold her together, was made by someone with patience she doesnt possess. She