a deafening silence

message
myself
them
integrity

your love whispers of its haunting memory, a never ending echo, a forever present reminder.

 echoes.


Forget, in the mist of idle misery,
Life’s purposes,—the palate of my mind
Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!
by John Keats
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