By Aidan Vu

I watched as wounds turned to earth, where healing hovered just out of reach, leaving only the field of scars.

Yet an unsettling ambiguity gripped me, enveloping my intentions by your wall of doubt.

They whispered secrets of transience and forgotten beginnings.

It felt like a slow, clumsy waltz with the past, an acceptance of the beautiful chaos I had once wanted to escape so much. ■