I am here because you speak to me in shapes

you speak to me in shapes

I wrote why am i here? already when my peace sign spoke. It was hiding then. Now as the leaves have dropped, it's louder. But now you can see it, even in a photo.

I am here still, just covered in a blanket instead. Still,

I look out my window where I type to capture my next thought. I don’t see prompts—as answers—from the outside world, nor news from little birds or squirrels. There’s a shape I see made of camphor trees, only seen from the vantage of me. The shape of an oblong peace sign.

...A message just for me each time. I listen. It is me I hear next. My words. I know what to type next.

When darkly lit and shadowed, it's been a message just for me—in the seat of me. Less covered, its voice cold (as am I), I listen. Instead now it is watching me. For a response.

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