 | | Dancing In The Void
Imagine living in a place where the only daylight is a hallway of recessed bulbs, where clouds gathering are but shadows looming, and the songs of birds, the muffled sounds of voices lurking. Then imagine the nights - the quiet hours that open the hearts of wounded souls, set fire to thought and deed, braid nightmare and dream into single strands of dispair, and above all, above all, sream loneliness, a sound without equal.
Then imagine escaping.
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