What is quiet? It is the absence of mind and sound. It is the color white, vague like the words of a rambling man. It is the absence of children’s laughter and the shouts of angry people that often fall on deaf ears. Quiet is my soundless thoughts as they drift silently into an unknown void.
What is quiet? Quiet is what we hope to achieve as our minds drift into slumber. Quiet is a man laid to rest, his life accomplished and his dreams accomplished. Quiet is always sought and sometimes found, it is the absence of absence. It is me, it is my mind.
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