notes from the outer world.

So here are the seconds in between the hours. The time to hear ones own heartbeat, ones own breath, the sound of ones own joints moving between rooms, silent as if any careless noise would be to wake up the whole house. Right now, to feel oneself one in everything, one with everything. Except sleep, maybe.

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