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“dreamers change the world”

Can you hear it? My uneven, heavy breathing? It drowns out their words, the atomic molecules of dirt crunches under my feet—the sound atomic. It's deafening, this silence. If I could, I'd shove my fist through my chest and tear my heart out just to silence it, I'd press my skull hard enough to stop its static hum.

The effort manifests as fog, clouding my glasses. I don't know why I'm doing this—waking up, brushing my teeth but it still tastes stale, putting on fresh clothes that never seem to warm me, shoes on but I can hardly see my feet, I take the seat on the metro and someone sits right through me. Some can still see me. They know what I am. They mock my persistent struggle to prove I belong.

And somewhere in the back of my head, I hear Dickinson whisper—"I must go in; the Fog is Rising."