I spent a day as ears.
A day as eyes.
A day as a mind that discovered it was never alone to begin with.
A day as a mouth, speaking itself into being.
A day as a heart, returning everything to rhythm.

And every day ended the same way —
with the quiet, particular realization
that I was never any of them.

Only ever the one who was borrowing them,
one at a time,
to remember how to notice
being alive.

Go back to your heart.