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You can give a million pieces of your heart.

Longing For Silence

I can't recall ever longing for silence more than in this moment.

There's a faded line etween reality band time.

A struggle between solitude and longing unfolds, reflecting deep emotional pain and a desire for escape.

And it harm none Mama formed the mission, holding her Bible a glory soaked misfit.

Save the idle banter and the petty, senseless chatter for the next innocent victims of your self created disaster.

I thought I'd feel reprieve; some kind of soul relief to find out she died.

Closing the spaces I once shared. Closing the trust I once spared.

Wind comes, leaving half torn remnants of color, a pinwheel once moved by breath.

Fear is an illusion. I invite these intrusions to include truth, even if it hurts you.

I wonder who you are anymore as your voice echoes dismissive screams disguised as suggestions.