I want somewhere quiet.
So violently quiet that the silence
hurts.
Somewhere that it’s all I can do to block out the piercing emptiness by thinking.
To sit.
To process these things as they are.
Unfettered.
Free forming.
Ruthless yet loving in their own brutality.
Somewhere to find my deathly silence.
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Author:
bevan tse stuart (
Offline) - Published: June 20th, 2023 15:06
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
This deadly silence can bring clarity. Sitting with our emotions, creating, away from outside influences! Is it painful? Of course. But, if we survive it, the ending result can be....understanding, awareness, forgiveness. Thank you for sharing!
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