4.14.20 // This is Me.

This is me.
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A product of my experiences, a complex combination of moments, places, and people.
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People who I call family, people who I have called family. and people who I will eventually call family.
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Lately, I've been ruminating on the "people who I have called family." More specifically the humans who used to stand in the midday sunshine of my mind and have slowly slipped into the shadows of my heart and soul.
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Those once bright figures now linger in the dark, but not in a frightening way, at least not most of them.
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Instead, they linger as a comforting shadow, often in the form of cool shade when the sun gets too hot. It's in these instances that they slip into my mind's eye and reflect in my present-day decisions, guiding an invisible hand with a whisper in my ear and love in their muted words.
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Silhouettes that rest comfortably on my heart. Memories of a "who" imprinted on my consciousness.
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But, perhaps I impacted them as well? Maybe I did. Maybe I am an oasis in someone else's soul. Maybe I am a wordless haunt of hope or despair. And in a distant daydream, I should hope so...