Bumps relax into a smooth line. Creases fade and tensions subside. I am here.
Obstacles gone. Money is only good for solving problems. Blue-green floor, moths flutter in the glow of the candle. The damp smell welcomes me. I am here.
Conversations dissipate into muted memories. Good, bad, indifferent. I am here.
Weeks ahead do not matter. Those gone by hold no weight. Just this moment, with every breath.
I am here.
One thought on “Here.”
I do get it.
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