The deathly silence hangs like moisture in the air.
Its' presence, not felt but in-evidently there.
The solitude scintillates a spark somewhere deep within,
piercing through my transparency, my flesh, my skin.
And the world around me lights up by this minuscule spark
Its' presence, not felt but in-evidently there.
The solitude scintillates a spark somewhere deep within,
piercing through my transparency, my flesh, my skin.
And the world around me lights up by this minuscule spark
radiating in all glory, with an ironical clarity.
Things i thought were not meant to be
were now lost in the non existent shadows of my previous self.
Things i thought were not meant to be
were now lost in the non existent shadows of my previous self.
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