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I could get used to the silence. The birds chirping, the bees buzzing, the leaves rustling… Trivial treasures compared to the screaming isolation. Louder than anything you’ll hear, quieter than nothing, Lasting eternally until broken, emphatically. I could get used to my breath, didn’t notice it before today. I must have been dead this whole time. Without a voice, bereft of noise, That which only feels but never reveals. I could get used to that. I could get used to this.
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
Habit
I could get used to the silence. The birds chirping, the bees buzzing, the leaves rustling… Trivial treasures compared to the screaming isolation. Louder than anything you’ll hear, quieter than nothing, Lasting eternally until broken, emphatically. I could get used to my breath, didn’t notice it before today. I must have been dead this whole time. Without a voice, bereft of noise, That which only feels but never reveals. I could get used to that. I could get used to this.
Posted on March 25, 2015
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May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 8:18 AM UTC
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