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[fallingpetals]

sometimes the silence is more comforting than the voices, the murmurs
the scratchy whispers of wandering souls
it's nice to be loved and held and wanted but sometimes...
i just wish it would dissappear and i could be lost inside everything
and nothing
to be alone
isolated
quiet and empty
with no one to be "happy for" no one to do anything with
to exist
purely for existance
and but for the joy of it
the whispers that i loves
the touch of your skin
the deepness of your eyes
the smallness of your hands
i crave against my face when you hold my cheek
but like the ash on my fingers it all goes away
as you probably will so why do all this
you haven't left
but im not sure why not...
this fighting seems futile
sometimes
and others times not.
i want to walk away
im fading back into my heart
until i open my eyes