Silence. I can hear it... it's deafening... it's wonderful...it's painful... engulfed it its fury... consumed by the Almighty darkness... jumbled thoughts... racing heart beat... the lul of the fan... the sound of cars rushing by... What to do? What to say? Who am I in the quietest of night? Mirror Mirror on the wall, who shall I be if at all? Truth. no words. comfort. blank canvas... what to fill it with? Abstract or realism? Where to go from here... Checkmate.
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