Right now, I am sitting at my desk with my hands hovering slightly above my keyboard, distraught on what to write about for this prompt. Just a few seconds ago I accidentally clicked out of the tab this was in and didn't feel too much remorse as it had almost nothing written on it.
Somewhere in the universe, there is someone doing something more productive than I am. Someone somewhere else is mourning a loved one while a different person in a different place is just falling into love with someone. There are people out in the universe fighting for their lives for a place that is safer for them. Some people are just falling asleep while others are just waking up. Some of those people are having pleasant dreams while some of the others are waking up from a terrible nightmare. Some people are making memories, making art, making things of worth, making something of themselves. All while I sit here typing away, wondering if one day one of these someones will be me.
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