The light has dimmed. Never have I heard the voices around me like I do now. Laughter, shouting, arguing and gossiping, it all murmurs in my ears like wind bashing throught them. Maybe the power of the light drew everything away from reality, stealing senseless away from humanity. The dimmed light was an act of suffering to remind us how dark our lives would be without the light of our voices.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
