Memories and emotions are often like snapshots in the mind, like paintings hanging in a private museum, always visible, always there. Many of these are moments of kindness or joy, however, many are of heartache and pain. It seems the only escape of this private museum of my emotion is to close my eyes and create something new. Unable to sleep, something new is bound to happen, though like any discovery, not until the pain intensifies. Such is the vicious cycle. Listen to the music of silence, hear the words of the void, take solace in the dark and try to forget.
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