No one to listen. No one to be listened.
No one aside to experience the unexpected furious wind.
Isn’t it all we need at times?
The morbid innocence of silence - the loneliness.
It’s hard to fathom the depth of loneliness.
We dig it deeper by scuffling breathe.
Nothing is any clear than a belief to hope there is a tomorrow in waiting.
Even this stagnation has life!
a silent life.
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