quiet is not
silence.
I miss the
quiet
most of all.
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5 comments:
The voices and ringing noise in my head for the last 40 years has become a part of me that I'd probably miss, but wouldn't mind stepping away from for a little while.
having lived on aerfields for most of my childhood,
I can appreciate silence, but sometimes wish I would
hear the quiet morning dawn
broken only by my own yawn,
Then back to the retrojets of my youth again (if I could)
too much buzzing and too many voices can squeeze out the good stuff, sometimes. *sigh*
I cannot ever have silence nor quiet. The voices in my head won't allow it... and I'm tired of the arguments too!
Resistence is fu-tile...
This one I know is truth...very well said, Jean.
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