April 15, 2017

My life is wrapped in silence, not even a whisper in my ear.
No meaning, no reason, no good, no bad, just silence.
With no fear, I wait for an identity or purpose, I remain idle as a ghost, roaming from corner to corner, waged with longingness and no motivation as time passes.
Nothing goes by, nothing creates touch, smell, or even sound, just silence.”

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