Unremembourned memories.

“Unremembourned memories belong to the spaces between: not forgotten, not remembered, but something softer — unbirthed. They hum beneath the skin, stitched into the muscle memory of emotion. You can’t name them, but they know your name. They rise in dreams, in déjà vu, in the way your breath catches when nothing should feel heavy. A grief without origin. A ghost without a past.”