It has always been the silence that is the loudest.
The darkness the most colorful.
The emptiness the most alive.

“Hey-** the dil-dan roe,
What does not come, will never go”

It is simplicity that is the most complex.
Perhaps it is because we make us so.

You see, we are filled with the souls,
Granted to the ones before us,
And after.

Souls that bedeck and tarnish,
Rage and roar,
Savage,
And soar.

Une petit déjeuner, s’il te plaît.


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