There was a time when silence meant nothing to me. The lack of sound was neither haunting nor beautiful. Winter came only once a year so I danced red cheeked at the sight of first snow, tongue out to taste each flakes welcome sting. I smiled distracted by natures cycle for a single moment as I floated gracefully in a torrent of sorrow I couldn’t grasp. I craved fulfilment, too shallow to know I could never be truly content again.
It's good to dream
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