Exist

For everything we are, for everything we ever wanted to be. We dream on.

I sometimes think no one ever is free. You exist somewhere, always.

Sitting on someone's wish
Or a memory
A fleeting moment
a forgetful thought
or some failed attempts at forgetting
sitting there, silently,
in the back of all faces
smiling in people who pass by

We're all there. Silently, just existing.
Just like the air. The light. The absolute absence of darkness. Some light

Light is hope isn't it?
Who knows.!

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