Quiescence
Expressions in landscape

An old beginning 

Everything we could have been

All things said will be unsaid

One must exercise the soul to not let the darkness inside. It’s so easy to happen, a small thread, broken, here and there, a small gesture, a word, tiny keys unlocking our hell.
Words in the air
Loneliness is without, not within 
The things we gain never outweigh the things we loose

Before I left

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