
there’s no outline left (just me... left) even my hands disappear (too near... right) the air feels damp (heavy... inside) it presses without touching (stay still) I take a step and lose the last one (did I move... left) sound falls apart before it reaches me (no return... right) my breath doesn’t place me it floats without direction (where am I... left) the dark isn’t hiding anything it removes it (nothing to find... right) I try to listen outward but it folds inward (only me... left) distance doesn’t exist just the idea of it (can’t measure... right) there is no space between things (there are no things... left) only air that won’t define edges (too thick... right) I can’t tell where I end (and where I don’t... left) my body fades without leaving (still here... right) I hear— (left) —no, it’s me— (right) it’s always been— (center... only me) the ground might be there but I can’t confirm it (don’t trust... right) I reach again and erase the reach (no shape... left) time stretches without events to hold it (stuck... here) I wait for something to prove I exist (nothing answers... right) if I stay still nothing changes (it’s the same... left) if I move nothing changes (it’s the same... right) there is no space between things (no separation... left) only pressure pretending to be distance (inside me... right) I can’t locate myself (no center... left) I fade without moving (still aware... right) I stop trying to place it (let go... left) there’s nothing to place (nothing... right) only this (only this... center)