Silence filters through my mind, easing it's loneliness, finding a
spacious home.
Forgotten eternities lying about in disarray, crying, tears softly
echoing the past.
Filling every particle of being with lasting disconcertainy.
Alive within a secret place, wandering endlessly, seeking no others,
finding peace in being alone.
Self contained despondency, placated by grief in small amounts.
Forever singly following paths created by self, so no one else may
follow.
Treading quietly through life, unafraid.
Seeing naturally what other people only dream.
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