Silence is approaching me. It creeps. It leaps over things like doubt and triviality. Words escape my emotions. It’s inexpressible. However, intoxication helps with articulation. I’m loving the way that sight makes my thoughts tumble over one another, not into darkness, but wonder…to twinkling lights, even though these bright orbs might be somehow uncertain.
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