60.

When I close my eyes, none of it is there. None of it exists.

I can breathe without constriction and be without pressure. There’s nothing clouding me, nothing at my back, just what’s beneath me.

Supporting me.

Holding me.

There’s no fear in the darkness behind my eyes, only peace. The deep infinite personal space, expansive in the hope it floats always out of reach.

But there to reach for.

It’s when I close my eyes that I’m not there.

And that’s when I’m happiest.

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