When I thought that it was gone, when I thought that it had drowned in an infinite space, longing in silence, when I thought that all it had left me with was the eternal, beautiful stillness, that was when I told myself that I'd bury it inside me, and walk through the passage of time in remembrance of it.
That was when I thought it would never knock on my door, ever again. But the beautiful stillness has woken up from its sleep. It's back.In the same provoking silence.Indifferent in its grievance.
And I'm glad.