Me

We both know I'm me. But, like I've said before, there are things that explain what that means. Things like the stairs, and the sky--oh, the sky!

Those colors don't exist here. I can't find them. They just.... Aren't here. But they were there. Mix the intensity of magenta, the lightness of a blueberry, perhaps a tinge of the most lively off-white possible. But those descriptors fall leagues short of an explanation.

They were colors that felt better than the wind on a summer day, better than the feeling of living.

Living becomes leaving.

I'm here now, and I'm me.

The feeling is indescribable.

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