Silence.

It borders on my Sanity like a perimeter fence, locking out my Solitude, Barring me from myself.

From You.

And Chaos Wakens within me, like the Opening Eye of Daylight, the turmoil of My Soul.

Solitude is Beautiful.

Solitude is Violence to my Heart.

Solitude is something, although I have little or any Awareness of what it is exactly;

Still it Exists and is very much a part of me.

Yet it is rather like a Part of Me I could live without, something necessary, but not Vital in sustaining me.

Silence.

It keeps me from Sharing that which I would rather not Share.

Or if I Would, I’d ought to not.

Or if I ought to not, I rather Would.

Silence And Solitude.

The inner workings of a Heart in Need of more than what it knows it wants,

But that it wants what it knows it longs for,

Ever Seeking that which it cannot find, yet yearns for,

The Match,

The Other,

Half of itself, lost in Time,

Waiting

in Silence and Solitude

for that seeming Tranquility to be broken

By You.

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~Morgan~
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