Modern life inflicts many things on us but silence would seldom seem to be one of them. When the near if not perfect presence of silence actually does drop it barely seems possible and we almost miss the moment waiting for its bubble to be burst by some mundane audio effect from our soulless existence. The machines take over, the stars are less visible, the neighbourhood at times seems too concise and the heart cannot beat as it would like. The lungs cannot take the air they need. Try to not become accustomed to silence, not that I feel you ever could, for this is our tale. There are pockets of space where all can be appreciated, where silence can echo long into the night, where dreams seem real. Everything exists within the strength of a mind, at the very least, so we can create and be artistic with our days, our thoughts.
To.be continued...
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