I write.

Location

Waking, eyes still static, blurred and hazy

I write

Breathing, gentle caress of oxygen fills my lungs

I write

Stretching, vying for the dawn’s cascade of light

I still write.

 

I exist, I interact.

Always writing. 

 

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