A Lonely Building Rests.
Silent.
Its amazing what you can hear, when you hear no noise.
Yourself.
Your slow but constant breathing.
The beating of that ever weakening heart.
And your never silent mind.
Whirring and buzzing.
What was, could and will be.
The past present and future.
Love.
Hate.
Passion.
Pain.
Its amazing what you see when you see nothing at all.
Darkness.
But yet light still shines in memories.
What was and what was wanted.
Love.
Hate.
Passion.
Pain.
Its amazing the thing that is life.
And its amazing what we can feel.
Everything.
Yet consequently nothing.
A lonely building rests.
Held there by what was, could and will be.
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