The Salt Lines
is a journalism project devoted to uncovering the quiet truths that live in people’s hearts—the ones rarely spoken, yet deeply felt.
We tell the stories that linger, the ones rooted in memory, longing, and love.
Through narrative journalism, we explore the raw beauty of life: the kind that leaves marks like salt lines on skin—evidence of tears, sweat, and ocean air.
Each story is an echo of a life lived, a love remembered, a truth finally voiced. The Salt Lines exists to honor those moments and preserve them, so they stay on this earth, where they belong.
Because everyone has a story. And every story matters.
I traced my past on a chart—
mapped the moments,
left you folded in a dream.
Now, you’re gone.
The present’s never felt this clear.
The world moves for me now.
Love isn’t a problem—
you and I were always
born to die.
As for the future,
you know I keep it real.
There are still ways
to mend this fractured heart.
I used my chart again—
no more liberties taken,
no more stolen parts of me.
THE SALT LINE 
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