Meditation

I sit here.

I see shadows.

I sit here.

I hear words.

I hear the humming sound of electricity. If I close my eyes and hear deeper than my heart, I hear the high pitch noise that serves as a memory of that one moment after the fall. It reminds me what is waiting when the dream is over.

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