Silence.
Silence is all I hear amongst the loud and ignorant world.
It's funny how the silence is piercing and almost as loud as the noise.
The noise is the silence.
Loneliness.
Loneliness climbs my throat and stretches my heart to thin.
It's disappointing how the loneliness is your only companion, and the source of your problems.
The loneliness becomes the body, and the body becomes void of any meaning.
The body becomes heavy and fragile, like pins are sticking out from beneath the skin.
It becomes a burden, on top of other burden.
Loneliness is like a disease, the cure is sometimes just within reach, other times there is no cure.
Sometimes you find the solution is
Being alone.
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The Spiral
PoetryA deep dive into thoughts about the universe, life, emotions and more, down an endless poetic(and sometimes not poetic) spiral. We follow various characters.
