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Even light feels artificial—
Cold, constant, without grace.
The sun once painted forgiveness
on the backs of our hands;
now we scroll
through borrowed lives,
backlit and distant,
searching for something
that cannot pixelate—

A scent, a touch,
the unspoken knowing
of being expected
at a table that waits
even when you're late.

But the past is a place
with no door, only windows,
and I press my soul
against the glass."
Quotes 290 by me.

"A breeze through still minds,
truth hums in paradoxes,
nowhere, yet so near."
Quotes 291 By me.

"Mirror of the void,
what sees without being seen
knows not its own name."
Quotes 292 By me.

"Beyond sense and time,
the self watches thought dissolve,
formless, yet aware."
Quotes 293 by me.

"I woke in a room with no corners,
time circling like a wolf—
no ticking, just the echo
of moments collapsing inward.

Was I born, or merely unfolding?
The self I carry wears my name
like a borrowed coat,
fraying at the questions no god will answer."
Quotes 294

"Outside, the stars perform

in a sky that never needed us.

Inside, I think of hands—mine,

and those that once held me—

both letting go.



There is no center to fall from.

No floor to hit.

Only the silence between

“I am” and “Why?” "

Quotes 295 by me.