How sad it must be to be quiet.
To be so lonesome with a such thoughts, voices that speak to you with every step you take and every decision you are forced to make. This swirl of visions and images, the whispers that they all could be real.
What is real? Reality is what we see, but how far can our sight take us? Beyond it, it's sound and beyond that, simply faith of what we've heard and seen in diagrams or pictures. Reality is never real till it becomes real. And by then, we would never know it, because ignorance leads the blind, and that's everyone.
Who really pauses to think, to really see and soak in everything that moves and functions. To know and feel this, this life.
World was on fire no one could save me but you
Strange what desire make foolish people do.
Yet we bring light to the people around us when it is needed. A smile, an encouraging word, the presence felt by them knowing you are there when they fall.
Who holds you then?
No one. Just me and the lonely lullabies in dark shadows.
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