its never quiet.
you never are truly alone with your thoughts
as i sit here, i hear crickets as well as an assortment of other creepy crawlers and vocal things coming from outside my window
the hum of my computer, the whir of the ceiling fan
the typing of my keys as i write this down
the calmness that is solitude
the tranquility that one needs
the peace that accompanies bliss
why does it have to be so hard to find?
About Me
- HALEYFORD
- "Our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper"
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