Time
           steals
                     moments,
                     lost
              in
     air,
Memories
               fade,
                 beyond
repair.

Solitude is gratitude for silence filled with serenity.

There are pauses in between musical notes and stops between an artist's strokes and periods in between a writer's sentences. We have come to an end. We have come to a stop. But sometimes the only way to continue is to halt. The only way to begin is to end.

- apbq, pauses and stops