You can take away a lot of things.
My words.
My movement.
My thoughts.
My hopes. My dreams, my wishes, my--
Those I love.
I can't stop you, can I.
I can hold onto small feelings like the faint smell of burnt toast when I'd make my breakfast- - telling me that...
I still exist.
I'm still here.
I remember, even when I'm not sure what I'm remembering.
I feel.
I feel.
If there is nothing to listen to, I have my heartbeat
heart beat
until it stops.
until it stops.