I want to be just like the other two. This is my dream. When I close my eyes and see who I really am, I know I’m exactly like them.
I really am just like the other two. We’re the same color. We have the same movements. I just haven’t clicked on for awhile.
Once I click on, I know we’ll be the same. It just takes a certain Je ne sais quoi. Once I click on, I’ll have the same light. We’ll all beam brightly together.
I would be just like the other two if I could figure out the switch. It was once turned on, I swear. One of them said I was so much brighter. The other one didn’t say a thing. If I could just remember how to press the right button, we’d literally all be the same.
I heard one of them say to the other that our room was a complete dump. I asked why, but they said I wouldn’t get it. I thought about asking again later on, but I’m glad I can’t see what they know.
Object Relations 
Love this and all of your pieces; what great perspective! Thanks for writing!
i confess to doing that too. relax it s only life. and it s ephmeral
This is lovely.
Thank you 🙂
It’s very special, the way you treat a simple lantern is astounding. Very well written.
I love this…it’s so very original…Such a unique premise and the repeated thought stated differently each time, really works so well: ” we’d literally all be the same.”
Enjoyed reading this. I was particularly interested how one of the lit lamps insisted the narrator was “so much brighter” and yet all the narrator wanted to be was just the same as them.
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