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sometimes i wonder if i was meant to be here, like here-here, like this body, this name, this version of myself that wakes up at 2:37 a.m. because the silence is too loud and the ceiling looks too much like a blank page. i don’t know what i’m supposed to write on it. in my dream, a stranger on the train laughed so hard her whole body tilted forward, like joy had grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the sun. i wonder if that’s what it feels like, to exist without asking for permission. i want to be the kind of person who stops in the middle of the street just to look at the sky, who doesn’t care if anyone sees her do it. who presses her palm to the wind and calls it a handshake, who talks to the moon like it has answers, who holds onto the kind of moments that slip between fingers, small, blinking, weightless. like fireflies, like missed calls, like the words i almost said but didn’t. when i was younger, i thought being quiet meant being invisible. now i know silence is just another way to scream. i am not invisible. i am here. even when no one is listening.
