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At night, when silence echoes when all is dark and the summer sky is filled with stars, I sit up in bed. I am an owl of the night — a curious bystander who carefully watches hidden from sight, silent and still — lost — as a million daydreams cascade with whirs of light that faintly flash with the numbing drone of the television in the background — blocked out by blips of symphonies whirring and crashing, forever spinning like a carousel — jumbled and chaotic. Alone in the night, a mad carnival within the mind would surely drive anyone insane.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
Echoing Silence
At night, when silence echoes when all is dark and the summer sky is filled with stars, I sit up in bed. I am an owl of the night — a curious bystander who carefully watches hidden from sight, silent and still — lost — as a million daydreams cascade with whirs of light that faintly flash with the numbing drone of the television in the background — blocked out by blips of symphonies whirring and crashing, forever spinning like a carousel — jumbled and chaotic. Alone in the night, a mad carnival within the mind would surely drive anyone insane.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
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