[grace]

▬  vide et nul  ▬
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In the first half of Spring, I saw the beauty of change. I saw snow fall to the ground, cover and repaint the landscape that had remained unchanged for days. I met new people, change was upon me to say the least, I was slowly walking out of the shell I had built around my persona. Apathy of social interaction, I once held gone by the time of Winter. Flowers blooming in the distance remined me of the joy of a cycle that sought to be never ending, no matter how we tried to cease the endless death of so many. I remember crying by the graves of Caethir, each brave soul who had fought for peace, that had been shattered long ago since.

I asked myself:
if there was harmony to be found in this ceaseless cycle, 
where was it?

[grace]

▬ vices in silence ▬

silence no longer bothers me.
it carries me farther than the words, I could ever speak
i swear it listens 

...if I remain quiet long enough.

yet still, i hunger for greatness.

and I wonder -

is there truly a difference,

between,

becoming and,

being undone.