Inertia

More quiet solitude. It’s eerie sometimes how silence can be so suffocating. There is no peace without or within, only chaotic disorder. Words halt, actions stagnate. Stillness echoes a tragic melody as wheels of fatality stop turning. Being suddenly turns unbearable. Perpetual gloom hangs over the vicinity, hearts darkened by unholy obscenity.

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