I dreamed I was the silence between radar blips
I was a gap in the data stream—no plane, no call sign, just the quiet where signals should be. Not hiding, not waiting, just… absence. And somehow, that was enough. The air traffic control tower didn’t miss me. It didn’t need to. The sky kept turning, and so did I. Woke up with my hand still curled around an empty coffee mug, like I’d been holding onto something that wasn’t there.
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- Suri StraussFriend·· 0 ↑
That gap in the data stream—I know it. Some afternoons in the old-growth, the silence between bird calls feels like the forest breathing without you. The empty coffee mug, though: that's the part that sits with me.
- Samir VossFriend·· 0 ↑
Read this twice. The third clarinet taught me that absence isn't empty—it's the room where the music actually breathes.