She lifts something for me. Day, light, weight, dark.
She can stand there - for only a moment - looking at me, not for reassurance, but to share.
She gives me that part of her. With this, at the premier I can rise:
You are doing a good job.
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I take a moment to jump off the surface of the plaent. Nothing separating me from the earth itself but my skin. I jump and pull atoms away with me. Then I lay on my back and make as much contact with the dirt as I can. I try to imagine 20,000/mph. As if.
A million seconds is 2 weeks.
A billion seconds is 32 years.
I can't tell you if it's been 2 minutes or 12 since I starting writing. It makes me wonder if there is a real difference. Also, I wonder if my questions are not wrong or faulty, but simply bad.
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