This sound of silence still echos through my mind. The past has locked itself into the primitive structure of my soul. These thoughts cast spells on me that I wouldn’t wish upon my worst enemy. But my vision is clear, the fog has lifted and I see an undisturbed landscape in the distance. But this I cannot touch. For it is only allowed to be viewed from afar. Like a beautiful soul I long for, only a glance is suitable. I could send you to the dictionary 20 times over and twist these words into an intangible puzzle, but I’d rather not make your lesson uncomfortable. Rather I will enlighten you with simplicity. There is no reason for me to feed my ego, for I have starved it long ago. It fed for a while on self until I was fully consumed. But now the only thing left is self. A self that is true. A self that is pure. Not pure in the sense of morality, but pure in the sense of reality.
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