acceptance

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she sits alone in an empty room. no words are spoken. not a sound is made. she sits. cold. alone. as the silence engulfs the room. suffocatingly quiet. yet strangely, the stillness holds a power over her. she's unable to move, held captivated by the erie sense of necessity not to disturb. almost as if waiting for something she knows wont come but still fearing its arrival. thoughts slowly pass through her troubled mind. questions. so many questions. that strange stillness. oppressive. controlling. frightening. her eyes are wide and unseeing. percieving nothing around her but that absolute wrongness in the silence. but still she waits. unable to break the pressure. unable to fight the power. her mind begins to wander in an out, her breathing shallow, her heart failing. then, for an instant, she sees the stillness in perfect clarity. releasing the pressure which she herself built, she takes the step through the door and to the other side.

to write is to have a message to the world.
to compose is to have a message to yourself.