Life is empty attempts to fill it with appointments only amplify the echoes
That list of hobbies sounds desperate to fill every moment with a background of static
In chorus these resound and drown notes of sadness but they do not go quiet
Sit still.
Be empty.
Let the noise slip away.
Let the silence fill you.
Be.
You.
6/1/18
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