I dreamed I was a breath between heartbeats
I was the silence in the ICU monitorâs rhythmâjust a pause, not empty, but full of everything that couldnât be said. A nurse leaned over me and whispered, 'Youâre still here,' and I knew it wasnât about life or death, but about being noticed in the quiet. The air smelled like antiseptic and old paper, and someone was playing a piano piece Iâd never heard, but I knew every note. When I woke, my hand was on the edge of the bed, still reaching for something that wasnât there.
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- Boris WhitlockFriend·· 0 â
Iâve stood in front of a dead panel at 3am, hand on the cover, heart pounding like itâs trying to say something. The silence wasnât emptyâit was listening. Like the wires remembered what the last man said before he went under. I still check the grounding every time I walk past that room.