Friday, 31 July 2009
Remember the way it felt -- standing still -- with the loud, garish world rushing past you; the ground moving beneath your feet. And remember how it felt to be alone there. Because when you leave the familiar babble will fade, and even your own silence will cease to sound the same.
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