When everything fades away, I’m looking for traces. I find none, but I have me.When all is quiet, I comb the silence for an answer. I get none, but I have me.When everyone leaves, I leave the door open. No one returns, but I have me.
When everything fades away, when all is quiet, when everyone leaves, I have myself. How long will I have me? As long as it takes, I tell myself, at least long enough to be read once. Just once is okay, by someone who matters, before I disappear with the next rain my eyes make, just like the name I wrote on the table.
Feeling emo, and quite heavy. Processing a few pivotal holes in my life where people used to be. It’s hard. All I’m learning is never lock the door; just observe who leaves and who wipes their feet to come in.
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