I Won't Live Without

April 1, 2016

That blinding darkness I often find

in this mind of mine

That screaming silence I dare not break.

What comes from this place, this state of mind

Is pure

Bliss.

At a place to be compelled only by the thoughts of your own

Is my kind of place to be.

To be alone.

She couldn't live without her solitude.

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