Poem: The pleasure of being witnessed

Nothing exists in a vacuum.
Not heaven nor hell (if indeed such things exist at all).
Nor you nor I.

I do not dance for your approval.
I do not write for your judgement.
I do not create for validation.

It is for the pleasure of being witnessed.
I was here. I was part of this.
Here, on this earth. As you are my witness. 


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