The beauty isn't one that can be seen or heard. In fact, that is exactly it. The serenity. The darkness.
Everything slumbers, and nothing is aware of how absolutely perfect it is.
The world is still.
It's a magic that isn't intended to be felt by anyone.
Encompassed by infinity yet completely isolated.
It's the closest I can come to peace.
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JIZZCOCK
i liked it (thought i'd finally comment)
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