There’s a purity to loneliness,
My quiet country bleached by sun,
A sandy horizon unbroken,
Where time stretches and shrinks,
Until all my thoughts are captured in a sigh.
If I close my eyes, I can hear oblivion,
The gentle hush of an eternity’s heartbeat,
While my own dreams spill into the ether,
Until even I am a distant recollection,
Like salt on the wind.
Discarded Recollections 
I felt this one HARD xo
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Hahaha, then I’ve done a decent job for myself. I tried to think about what loneliness does to one’s inner country – that world you’ve crafted for yourself deep within your soul. A warm desert, or rather a beach with no ocean… It’s comforting, but crushing.
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