Being is different
When the noise stops
There's no time
You could be 5 years old
Or 17, or 92
Minutes gather around
Asking for attention
Like shiny little pieces of stained glass
Choosing not to dive in
Immersed in the space between
Watching the shadows play
The more you open
The stranger it gets
One foot in each plane
Do you occupy both
Or neither?
You think about concepts like identity
You're not the face
On the license
Draped with narratives that no longer define
So rare to be seen
Really seen, even glimpsed
For what you truly are
And you crave it
That sweet, tender bliss
Of being known
But that's like making yourself into
The Velveteen Rabbit
There's no need to wait
You're already real
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