Friday, 7 February 2014


As darkness falls upon the eyes, gloom makes the stomach turn. The blackest of nights seem to hide a man, but they merely expose him. There is not a sound to hear, except for what lays inside the mind. The mind holds a place for din, yet a sound will stop the noise. There is no stillness, only trembling. Another night to sleep in sorrow.

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