At Peace
At Peace...
The solitary Brooksides and moon nights brought me more pain than peace. But a weekend with pipes and reeds was more noise than music. Silence and sound were two shores my soul oscillated between. I longed for company but I wanted to be left alone. A palace of contradictions is what my life is built upon and one day I saw a meadow under the hill where I wanted to be buried under. A little away from the buzz and a little towards the Earth. There was rustling and whistling but not loud enough to wake me from my slumber. It was perfect and I was finally at Peace.

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