“What’s one thing you did today?” I rewrote a thing I wrote a few days ago:
Space
The word rushes into the distance
But I don’t hear its echo
I reach out my arms, but they feel nothing
A step forward
Nothing blocks my path
I see the sun, but it’s unframed
Doors without frames are scattered on the ground
I can’t see the extent of this space
Maybe I could see for miles
Maybe I could walk for days
Déjà vu
Jamais vu
Maybe I’ve been here some time long ago
I pocket a handful of sand to make sure this is real
The wind brings me a stream of memories
Of a time when everything I knew was boundless
Will you find me here?
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