I Exist

Sometimes—
all I know is that I exist.
Nothing else feels real.

Not the thoughts,
not the pulling voices,
not the flickering shadows
of someone else’s world.

Sometimes— 
I feel my aliveness,
pulsating in presence —
and in that presence,
I am whole.

I want nothing more
than to remain like this—
to simply be,
resting
in the hum of being.

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(May 2025)