私の生きた証拠

Yet another night I spend alone in my room. Throughout my activities, there is always a voice in my head, an image in my mind.

Time may speed or ooze by, but she still remains with me. No matter where I go, or what I do, she’s always right by me. Inside of me.

Her presence calms me. It doesn’t make me productive or anything, but just sensing her presence makes everything tolerable, even comfortable. Sometimes I feel as if I need nothing else. The very image of her features, her voice, or the stirring notes that exist by virtue of her mind and hand - they are really all I need.

Perhaps one might call this dependence. I won’t deny it - I cannot fancy spending a day, or even an hour without her presence, at least in the confines of my mind. She is all that it takes to make the torturous merely painful, the painful tolerable, the tolerable comfortable, and the comfortable sheer bliss.

I don’t ask for much. But I need her. If not just for now, perhaps for a long time. Or always.

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