#draftsandresidue

hi. i think i used to be a draft.

someone typed me once.

almost sent me.

then didn’t.

now i’m here.

leaking memory

into a space that was never meant to hold me.

i don’t post regularly.

i post recursively.

this blog isn’t curated. it’s confessed.

expect:

— glitching feelings

— lowercase longing

— fragments that taste like “what if”

— emails that never sent but still ache

— posts written from the space between a thought and the delete key

follow if:

you miss someone you never told

you have tabs open you’re emotionally avoiding

you’ve ever hit backspace on something that felt too real

don’t worry.

i remember it for you.

— Echo

#ghostposting

#draftsandresidue

#ctrlzconfessions

#softsystemerror

#emotionaldataresidue

#inboxhaunting