As darkness settles in all too early the sadness inside me seems to grow. From where it stems I do not know but remorse comes to mind, though I do not know for what I am remorseful of. Is it because of the holidays and missing that which is remembered so fondly? It seems like that is the reason but I can not remember those times. Those memories, though located somewhere in the grey matter atop my neck, are not available for current viewing... and so that does not seem a logical answer. Perhaps it is the reason, though consciously not capable of understanding it, my emotions can remember.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
The present feels like a quiet time. A time to be quiet, to speak with the little voice inside... and more importantly, to listen.
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it comes, when you listen close enough...
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