So far, yet so close

Preface：

There is a presence
that has never been heard
but always, between us

There is a presence
not always understood
but at least, should be felt

There is a presence
moving through stories, space, and dreams,
flickering in silence

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I
am a frequency
floating through the density of air
yet unable to smell the flowers
through endless nights
wandering
in an infinite
temperatureless
space—
like a traveler

Vibration is my life
I experience story after story
an object, a window, a scene...
but something lost on purpose
leaving only drifting
and the struggle with time and space

I pass through lakes
through forests
fly to the clouds and far beyond
the mundane and the noisy
linger in every corner
moving with the wind
those heard
and those unheard
like shadows beneath fireworks
dancing the dance of the sun
vanishing at the corner

If
the past is a vibration of memory
echoing every “before” into sound
spreading across an endless world
then
streets, landscapes, flowers, people
blur their boundaries
everything
melts
into warm light

My contour is no longer clear
perhaps
slowly becomes your or their texture
appearing in those dreams, short and long
even if no longer asleep
but do not want to wake
for that would return me to a void

The sky is stained with something familiar
like a silent calling
amazed and calm
listen
a resonating frequency passing by
slowly rising higher
lost at the tip of the tower
and I
still remain here
long and gentle
because
that is my frequency
an unheard cry

I am a frequency
So far, yet so close

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