Some days, I don’t feel human.
Some days, I feel like a sound.
Those are my favorite days.
I do not touch the earth with my fleshly hands but instead with an echo of who I once was.
I flow and I melt and I whirl.
Nothing constraining me to be small,
Nothing forcing me to be more.
I am infinite.
Do you hear me?
I whisper the tales of the dying stars,
and the frequencies of their own sounds that I mirror with my own.
And as a thank you they cover me in their starlight and heat me with their fire.
Do you believe in something like that?
Do you remember when you did?
When did we stop believing the stars could speak their minds?
When did we stop believing we were nothing more than love and sound?
When did we become merely human?

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