If I had to choose between death and immortality, I would choose death, because nothing sounds more peaceful then disappearing into oblivion, lost in the void of nothingness. It would be the only peace I will ever find.
Still magic exists in living, though it has all but disappeared to the forgotten moments. I believe so it is. I can show if you wish, a quiet voice in the shadows, whispering you are loved.
In truth I am just me. Nothing more. A voice among so many drowned out in their echo. Though sometimes it's not always the loudest voice heard in the silence.
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ALHolst
Nov 18, 2019 10:40PM
The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach."View all Conversations
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