Ghostwriter
While there were no hateful words, there were no words. Void. Echo Chamber. Lonely. Sad. Tired. I guess the silence does speak volumes. I guess this is my big bang. My family had a song, it was more of a joke that we sang when things didn’t look so good. When I came back to no comments, I felt like that song might cheer me up.
It really didn’t do much to make me smile this time.
I went and check my latest poll and that told the whole story.
I guess the proper thing to say is no comment.
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Question of
Is time for me to be still, correct?
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Yes
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No
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Question of
I understand the benefits of solitude. Do you?
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Yes
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No
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Anytime I find myself alone again the words of the song go through my mind – alone again naturally
Being still and solitude are two of my best friends.
in the passage of time we find two things. The flowers grow, bloom and fade. The world turns on its axis facing the sun, then facing away.
But friends are always there.