solitude (Remove filter)
Clear Blue Air
Withdraw
Recharge
No need to respond
No talking
No noise
Just silence
Purity found in clear blue air
Sunshine on freckles and wind in my hair
Blocking out
Blanketing
Breathing in deep
Clinging to emptiness
Found on the brink
To talk is to torture
You butcher my peace
Chatter incessantly
Shattering harmony
Feckless i...
Thursday 6th October 2011 11:30 am
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