the heart remembers what the mind chooses to forget… The body keeps the score, they say, but it's more like the body IS the score. Every twitch, every ache, a reminder of what I thought I'd buried under success and "moving on." It's the phantom limb pain of old dreams, isn't it? The life I swore I'd never live, but sometimes catch myself almost building anyway, out of habit, out of fear that maybe "safe" is the only real option left. And then I taste the ash again, and remember why I burned it all down in the first place.