Silence filters through my mind, easing it's loneliness,
finding a spacious home.
Forgotten eternities lying about in disarray, crying,
tears softly echoing the past, filling every particle
of being with lasting disconcertment.
Alive within a secret place, wandering endlessly alone,
seeking no others, finding peace in being alone.
Self-contained despondency, placated by grief in small
amounts.
Forever singly following paths created by self, alone,
so no one else may follow.
Treading quietly through life, unafraid, seeing
naturally what other people only dream.
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