My thoughts aggregate in a crazy ball.
Their increasing density oppresses to the point of shaking the diaphragm and leaving it stunned,
its strings oscillating at the mere sound of footsteps.
Suddenly, a slight August evening breeze in the tall grass,
Brought me to the verge of tears.
Notes & Silence 
How a simple breath can release all tension, all pain…
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How easily do I forget the ever-availability of peace…
(this is the moment when you mention the calmness of the night always available behind close eyelids..)
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