I once knew how to linger in this peace,
how to let silence fill the void surrounding the hollow rifts in my mind.
However no longer,
I fill these empty spaces with words of regret,
ritually repeated regret.
Misinformed blather of what could’ve been, or how one possibility affected the present that is our now.
Silence is not a semblance of peace in these times, it is a sign of my agony.
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC
I once knew how to linger in this peace,
how to let silence fill the void surrounding the hollow rifts in my mind.
However no longer,
I fill these empty spaces with words of regret,
ritually repeated regret.
Misinformed blather of what could’ve been, or how one possibility affected the present that is our now.
Silence is not a semblance of peace in these times, it is a sign of my agony.
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