Dark Silences






A dark silence exists where the soul is quite deep. Memories we thought were faded project into the light, making a home at the junction of recognition and faded memory. The night voice creeks and creeps slowly like footsteps down an old wooden hallway. I dream and it is real. I awaken to what was lost. My eyes search through the hazy light of morning for the pain, for the place where I belong.


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