Heir to the Unchosen Hour Shirt Size:L But these days

But these days

and avoidance

None of them made sense—except the shirt

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

But the top —

Heir to the Unchosen Hour Shirt Size:L But these daysHe walks like hes late to a life he never chose. The crochet clings like memory heiry in places. It was handmade, like most of his charm. Looped together with good intentions and generational guilt. He is a somnambulist in disguise alert, articulate, but not entirely awake. He answers questions with questions. Smiles like punctuation. The shirt looks awake, but he does not. Its hue? Something between faded envy and steeped solitude. Like moss pressed