We don’t heal in isolation, but in community.
There’s this rushing sound, like white noise.The sound of nothing.
If isolation is the furnace of transformation, I could be ashes by now.
At times redemption can only be sought through isolation.
This will be a winter so desolate, only memory can fill the emptiness
Halls are full of strangers, even when you recognize the faces.
Noli me tangere,noli me legere,noli me videre,noli me
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