Monday, August 14, 2017

quiet

Quiet.

Frozen.

Reduced.

Diminished.

Feelings and demeanors that have become a second skin. Words often escape me. Passion burns far less bright . Drive and depth, integrity and soul damped down to this place of small, of hiding, of bland.

Don't know when or how my voice and heart will return. Don't have much of a silver lining about it today. But perhaps there will be one later.




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