Hey, you. You're finally awake.

You'd been asleep for so long, we'd almost forgotten you were here. You used to be so lively, your hand in every event and miracle in the making. But you've been silent, curled over your desk. We couldn't see that the pen had stopped moving. We would have told you if we noticed.

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You stopped living, and we didn't notice.

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I exist entirely above the eyes. Everything else is just the vessel that holds the pen or moves the cursor. It doesn't mean there is no value in the vessel, that I don't appreciate it immensely- but life lived is amplified if you let your mind fill in all the little gaps.

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I'm living somewhere between the first page and now, looking out the window at early autumn leaves and hoping to see the squirrels on the roof or the neighbor's dog in their backyard.

 

I've betrayed my secrecy already, wondering if it's worth it. If things change, I'll just let it all fall away, suspended from reality. As I dream.

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Bask in your existence, as I do in mine.