Perhaps you did not know, perhaps you have felt the invitation, that curious tug at the corner of perception when the world pauses between exhalation and the next breath, and called it fatigue, or distraction, or the ordinary ache of a body remembering it is made of borrowed time.

It is none of those things.

Between heartbeats, if you know how to find it, there is a country.

Silence speaks: an absence that is also attendance, where the boundary between inside and outside blurs into a single breath …

© KD.W.Heim

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