"I’m made of dreams and memories. I am made of misheard whispers in the dark. I am made of glances across crowded rooms. Of the closeness of strangers in a line outside a movie. I am made of the corners of your mouth. I am made of awkward elevator rides and the lack of security one finds on a doorstep, at the end of the evening, when one has enjoyed the company of another. I am made of the train tracks that take me home. I am made of ghost notes, from songs you never heard. So forgive my absence . But I was never really here to begin with, anyway."
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