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I gaze out an open window,
I'm very quiet,
completely still.
I hope to catch a glimpse of people
actually living
the way they do sometimes
when they think no one is there.
In my room hang useless pictures:
Photographs of family
and forgotten friends,
a constant reminder
of all the stupid, pointless places
I’ve been.
Everything feels paused,
caught in some absurd
freeze‑frame moment.
And now I’m supposed to believe
we had a life back then.
A warm and beautiful
life worth remembering
But the truth keeps whispering
from the corners of this room:
Whatever we were
has already rotted away
long ago.
The photographs stare back
with hollow eyes,
waiting for me to admit
I don’t belong in any of them.
Some of it has already
faded away.
The photographs stare
through me, as if they
already know I was never
meant to stand among them
and that knowledge presses
into me with a quiet,
unbearable pain.
I stay here watching other lives
happen while mine just keeps
breaking down little by little.
Like rooms dissolving
inside an abandoned house.
Finally, I give in
to the darkness that continuously
grows inside my damaged brain.
Perhaps we all died long ago, and
this plane is just the after‑echo—
the quiet realm where consciousness
wanders after its own ending.
If so, may whatever births us next
shape a gentler more forgiving
world.
May the life that follows
rise brighter and more
spectacular than
this one.