Episode 11: [Margin]
Morning.
I wake up.
Deep in my chest,
it feels a little heavy.
But,
I don't panic anymore.
"Today is,
just one of those days."
That alone,
was enough.
Autonomia,
pours coffee into
her favorite mug.
The sound of hot water dripping.
Quiet steam.
The breeze coming through the window.
Nothing is special.
But,
this time where nothing is special,
calms my heart just a little.
Holding the cup,
I look out the window.
The city,
is moving as usual.
People in a hurry.
People walking while looking at their smartphones.
With their heads down,
people waiting for the traffic light.
Everyone,
looked like they were carrying something.
At that moment.
On a park bench,
I catch sight of someone sitting alone.
They are looking down.
What they are thinking about,
I don't know.
Maybe they are tired.
Maybe something sad happened.
Maybe for no reason at all,
they are just feeling somewhat pained.
Autonomia pauses for a moment.
She doesn't say anything.
She doesn't offer encouragement either.
She doesn't know the answer, either.
She just,
looks up at the same sky.
The wind blows.
The leaves on the trees sway.
From the cup,
a thin wisp of steam rises toward the sky.
That person, too,
slowly looked up at the sky.
There are no words.
There is no conversation.
But,
that was enough.
"Maybe... it's okay to rest."
Those words,
were not directed at anyone else.
They were just a small, quiet thought.
They were words directed at myself.
The shadow that constricts me,
is still deep within my chest.
The shadow that whispers,
also calls out to me from time to time.
The shadow that desires,
has not completely vanished.
But,
the presence of the shadow,
and the inability to rest,
were not the same thing.
On days when I am tired,
it is okay to remain tired.
It is okay to have days where I stop.
Just a little,
if there is time to take a deep breath,
that is enough.
Autonomia,
drinks the last sip.
The slightly cooled coffee,
A little more bitter than the morning,
and a little bit kinder.
Let's go home.
To live today,
properly.
It doesn't have to be fast.
It doesn't have to be skillful.
At your own pace,
you just need to walk.
Autonomia,
begins to walk quietly.
The morning light,
gently illuminated,
her back.
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The sky,
stretches out above everyone.
On painful days.
On days you can laugh.
On days you stand still.
Everything,
Under the same sky.