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The Universe in My Palm   by Shikiyu   I close my eyes,   and gently press my hands together.   Warmth gently spreads through my palms.   Even in this darkness—   perhaps, a tiny universe   is quietly growing there.   We can only measure what we see—   by the limits of our own perception.   But what if, within these hands,   in these few seconds of time,   in a world too small for our eyes—   a universe is born,   life sprouts,   and fades away.   What if an eternity unfolds   right here in my palms—   could I ever let them go?   Perhaps the universe itself,   like these hands,   is slowly drifting apart,   leaving warmth behind.   And that thought   dissolves together   with the lingering heat of my palms.   When existence drifts too far apart,   we can no longer share a single sense of being—   no matter   how small,   or how vast.
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Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 1:51 AM UTC
The Universe in My Palm
The Universe in My Palm   by Shikiyu   I close my eyes,   and gently press my hands together.   Warmth gently spreads through my palms.   Even in this darkness—   perhaps, a tiny universe   is quietly growing there.   We can only measure what we see—   by the limits of our own perception.   But what if, within these hands,   in these few seconds of time,   in a world too small for our eyes—   a universe is born,   life sprouts,   and fades away.   What if an eternity unfolds   right here in my palms—   could I ever let them go?   Perhaps the universe itself,   like these hands,   is slowly drifting apart,   leaving warmth behind.   And that thought   dissolves together   with the lingering heat of my palms.   When existence drifts too far apart,   we can no longer share a single sense of being—   no matter   how small,   or how vast.
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shiki-yu
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 1:51 AM UTC
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