forgotten sometimes it's a place i'd like to be alone and unafraid floating through the inbetween. silence is noise, but never alarm a place where you can't give or receive harm lose all your friends, but it isn't the end someday you might see them again! but for now this is better, to shield your soul from what's through and done. what's left is a hole.
(you don't know if this is for the best, but. you really, really. really just want to rest.)