The hands of the clock revolve subtly.
Sounds of the city buzz in the distance.
Individual bodies pace on pavements, each a universe within.
I am still here.
The calendar on the wall grows thinner.
Festivals come and go.
Colors of the sky change and fade.
I am still Here.
The swirling thoughts.
The tired sighs.
The wonderings about life.
I am Still here.
The passing of time.
The birth of galaxies.
The many cycles.
I am still.
Here.
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Always and forever, here. I feel ya. π