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We are not living better. We only die slower. Death is on our side while we count the empty hours. We waste away. We always will be foreign to ourselves; shivering before the abyss all alone. Sometimes the rain from above the silent sky reaches out and falls within, and the echoes of the past are crossing the stormy way of doom and whisper of honor and pride. Outside the past, created poverty and introduced sins unleashed hell and broken harmony, social disease and mental silence. A creation of minds insane. Sinful virtual life. No virtues to be found in the absence of truth, honor and glory. Paranoia is the game and their prayers are insane. Bleed forever divine creation! Between me and my dying dreams I wither away. My existence slowly fades. I die to hide. Feels like suicide – an absurd feeling that required my death. When will I decide for the last time?

It’s so hard to be strong.

Sincere wishes from a Silent Space

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All the best, 

MS

I really loved

listening to your OCTOBER!!!

How are you - What are you doing - All well there?

Kisses!

Everything comes from nothing

Everything becomes nothing

As I inhale

And exhale

Underneath cloudy skies

Above night skies

Reborn genesis denied

Crowned with thorns

Until the moment

The earth is without form and void

 'Twas later when the summer went


'Twas later when the summer went

Than when the Cricket came —

And yet we knew that gentle Clock

Meant nought but Going Home —

'Twas sooner when the Cricket went

Than when the Winter came

Yet that pathetic Pendulum

Keeps esoteric Time.

Emily Dickinson