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Hush! Don't spoil it.
Nothing's stirring
all things are quiet.

All but a breath
disturbs the silence
It's so quiet
the eddies
are heard against
the still air.

The thickness
in the atmosphere
Begs the cut of a knife
thoughtsHanging
upon the heavy vapor.
The perfect time to
Just be silently.

the faint thud of my veins
Strain above the dead air
I pull away further from the sound
Enjoying the exquisite profound

Deaf, gone, alone. quiet.
oh how rare a moment,
No noise, no sound, no din,
No ghosts trying to get in

It just me
with my thoughts
Alone peace.
It brings sleep so easily
But I can't waste this.
I need to enjoy every
Trice of quiescence

So this is what it's like
to be Alone again
been so long
it's heavenly against
The noise of
un purgatory
Presences
ringing in my ears

No messages
no squeezing room
for my thoughts
They echo so loudly
as if screaming
In a large hall

I watch the eddies
Form of my breath
As my eyes grow heavy,
No, no, please! I don't want to...