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Directly in front of me, there is a sunset.
It mirrors me in every essence of my being. Silent. Bright. Encompassing. And terribly beautiful.
Above me, Is a sky of blue with stripes of white, and beneath me is the tide pushing itself against its own back. Going back onto itself and relaying. I think it enjoys this, going round in circles. With nothing to lose. And nothing to gain. Nothing to be understood. Everything to be felt.
In the center of this pull.
I melt.

The birds are free and I wonder if this is the final stop. Freedom.
Who has it better? Me, or a bird? I wish to be like it. Does it ever wish to be like me? Does know what it means to wish?
Is its brain as limited as I think it is?
Is it a gift or a curse, to be able to think beyond yourself?

In the stillness of my own body.
I Bend backwards on an old iron bench.
I realise that this is what it means to live. Atleast.
This is how i want to live my life.
I will not make it out of here alive.
And.
On a pale blue dot.
I sit. Somewhere within it.
Chosen to exist.
Chosen to observe it.
From the inside.