and it's like returning back home from a storm, only to remember you've always been alone. but it's okay, and as you close the door, there is no warmth, there is nobody. this is what you've wanted. there's only you here, and silence in your heart. outside, they're all clawing at the openings, dying to get in but you hear nothing, there is only silence. it is as quiet as the darkest hour of the night, and there is no need for hospitality. and this silence comes not from held words, but from those that've already been said, talking that've already been done.

it's like coming back home from a storm, but it's not really home. this place, it sparks familiarity and security. you don't understand or know why, this feels strange but you want it all the same. and it's okay, every thing is for that split second, and nothing hurt. the silence in your heart, it's screaming and thrashing and trying to hurt but all you can feel is relief.


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Happy PatrickStump day! c: Oh happy day!

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