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Oh to be a whisper of a person, to exist placidly without a real cause. To have already done my time, to have nothing left to do but weave myself into the life of the one I left behind. Subtly changing the winds, rustling curtains and gently sweeping his hair into his eyes with nothing but a touch of my presence. To be void of pain, but also void of joy. There’s something beautiful about feeling nothing. Something beautiful about not knowing if he’d miss me, something beautiful about watching him make a name for himself without me joining him on his journey to success. Lurking is too dark of a word to describe it, watching over him is too prideful for the humility of not existing. After all, I wouldn’t be able to communicate with him other than the occasional “gust of wind” to rustle the sheets of music set on the stand in front of him. Oh to be void of thought...void of feeling, void of senses. To be free from the throbbing thoughts in my mind that I spew to him like vomit, to be free from the nights where I think too much and wish so badly to be cured. There would be no point in having my senses because I wouldn't have a body to go along with them. I would no longer have a set of ears to listen to him sing. I would no longer have a pair of eyes to see his crooked smile. Unfortunately, I do have these things. I have thoughts that tell me I would miss him, even if he wouldn’t miss me. I have ears to hear his voice and his laughter, I have eyes to see his smile and to see him succeed. So it’s for these reasons I have decided that for my dear friend, I will remain as a person instead of just a whisper of one. For my friend, I will be more than just one of his memories.
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