I walked into the kitchen and forgot why. I stood there, then opened the fridge. Still nothing. So I ate a grape. Still blank. This happens more often now. It used to scare me a little. Now I just shrug.

Fun used to mean noise, lights, being out too late and waking up too early. I chased moments like fireworks—loud, short, and exciting. Now? Fun is a long walk without my phone. A nap with rain tapping