and there you sit. found. right beside the lies that you’ve heard whispered into your recent cellular memory.
“it would be easier if you would just disappear”.
unspoken words, of course. being found is about action. it’s the inaction that hurts the most.
perhaps your depth is too frightening.
your heart too spacious.
your mind, too turned on. tuned in. aware.
whatever the reasons for leaving. for cutting you out or staying put or refusing the courage in coming closer.
it all creates an open space
to the right of you.
for someone to walk up, sit down beside and say with full breath and genuine smile of finality…
“there you are”.