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outside my room the distance sounds like static, the static like a waterfall. small breaths and long silences resound in the eternity of a phone on my ear. connected by soul and fiber optics. almost time for me to wake, but i don't have to live by want anymore. my path is clear, though the destination is still beautiful unknown. two tracks of mind, important ambience like freight train. miles anticipate, feet stretch for days, seasons pass between inches. its so huge it makes me cry. i love you.