I wanted her to know that I stop forming memories when she is beside me. Everything absolute becomes theory. All truth in the world dances to her giggles. I wanted her to know I like her lies. Her overdrawn, patient gaze thrills the Merkel cells beneath my skin awake. And now that she has struck silence, I'm hearing all the theories of her absence in the air. Hey everyone, just trying some new things out for fun. If you've enjoyed my writing here in its budding phase, feel free to check out my Substack! https://substack.com/@nimraasim