Took this while walking home and thinking about things.

When its dark and quiet, the cool night air stirs up everything she had tried to ignore - perhaps one too many a time. In the surreal melody of her thoughts, nothing else exists; nothing but a distilled sense of peacefulness in the silence only to be interrupted intermittently by the soft chirping of the crickets around her; nothing but the stationaries of the night. There's too much noise in this world, and all she needs, all she wants is to lie on the wet grass and watch the world go by. To stop, to listen, and to appreciate. She wants to forget, and determined as she is, she will forget. But the silence will always be there, waiting. Waiting for her.

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