The world sits quietly in anticipation. No, not silent but quiet. It's as if the wind whispers a long forgotten song, and the grass sings now too. And here I sit, watching this unfold, silent. Barley a breath taken, not wanting to disturb the quite beauty. Yet, I am what marks the land with decay and despair. Deep inside I know this, and it breaks me down. The quietness I once loved is now what tears me apart in side. A cold sets in and the wind rips into my fragile heart. No more is this world quiet, it roars ferociously though it's beauty remains. It takes my shattered being and takes it far from here.
Where do the pieces fall?
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Depths of my mind
LosoweCompilation of things ive written. PLease don't steal and if you want to use it just ask :) Please give it a read. There are darker themes within this, so please be aware of that.
