Solitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.
Solitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.
For me, the agony comes not only from the miscommunication of words but from the miscommunication of spirit, the wasted words spilled onto the pavement of the town square like vomit, when I wrote them as rose petals. But their aroma? Wasted.
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