The silence depressed me. it wasn't the silence of silence. it was my own silence.
Death must be so beautiful. to lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. to have no yesterday, and no to-morrow. to forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
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