The long pause

I exist somewhere between death and the forgots. Captured hearts haunt my twisted thoughts. The lands unstable and the air smells of rot. I’ve forsaken others and they’ve caused an emotional clot. Behind that trouble, peace does live. Take a moment within, of silence. Create the surreal.

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