Febbraio 2012
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blinksoflife:
Emptiness.
Nothingness.
Everything is still.
Only the sound of my heart beating.
A quiet joy.
A peaceful mind.
Rising high and above.
Everything seems so small.
It matters not, the noises outside.
Like fogs they passed by me.
The wind may haul. The thunders crack.
But it matters not. They eventually disappear.
What's left..
are traces of memories in one's mind.
Just like a...
