Who cheers for the cheerleader?
Who encourages the optimist?
Who gathers the fragments of the imploded?
Not unlike a star that goes through the throes of its demise – contracting and collapsing in on itself.
Who will bear witness to its finality?
As white dwarf…
Dimming, cooling and a shell of its past glory.
No one.
When silence ceases to be deafening, it becomes instructive.
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I guess it’s always instructive for me now:). I welcome silence more now than ever before in my life .. .
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