Before you were dust, you were the
universe.
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I had tumbled and fought my way through a seemingly endless path, but I had somehow reached a dead end.
I began to wonder if I had been relegated to live in complete and utter isolation from any and all genuine connection.
Sorrow’s fingertips shush the last warm light
and the twilight shines pale again.
“What separates the reality in our minds from the reality outside ourselves? Is there really a difference?”
I blinked and there she was. An old woman wrapped in layers of clothes, a crumpled paper doll with a conductor’s hat.
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our soft, lazy bodies finding the other,
skin and hands’ taut, magnetic pull.
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Even as a writer, there is not a word in the English alphabet to describe the pride I feel for BrainScramble.
This box is my means of vision and communication and a newfound, intrinsic piece of me. Others experience me through it – so why shouldn’t it be considered an extension of my being?
When I receive the same words, I take reprieve in the knowledge that someone, even if it’s not me, especially because it’s not me, knows that I will keep fighting.
My prevailing prayer and five star review: I will return again.
But I don’t fear what’s behind my door anymore; I don’t recognize the footsteps walking past it. The sound of my palace crumbling was once deafening; now it lingers quietly in the background. I look forward to silence, for once.
Both of us sitting, static, waiting to be cut open and consumed.
“You can’t keep doing this,” she inhaled, her breath shaking. “You’re going to die doing this, do you understand?”