Once upon a time, words used to get me. They would gather my fallen pieces on blank pages and present me whole back to myself. They were my light in dark places, and through them, I always found my way home.

But somehow, things changed, and words didn’t come as easily anymore. I sought, but they seemed to hide from me, leaving me with disjointed sentences and unfinished pieces…..of myself. I’m not sure when it happened, but one day, I wake up and find that I am strong enough to live with the silence.

Still, the scars of a lost love remain. Nostalgia tugs at my heart, as dreams from the past long to be dreamed again. I find myself reaching out, and waiting for my old friends to come and fill the places where silence has embraced me.

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