What Am I Longing For...

Memory is a trickster, rewriting itself every time we recall it.

We hold onto fragments—half-real, half-imagined—until they become something else entirely.

But is longing just another kind of illusion? A shape we carve from absence, a ghost we refuse to let go?

This is for those who can’t tell if they’re missing a person, a feeling, or just the story they …