There is so much to inspire us in this world, and just as much to
intimidate us as well.
We can speak with both words and sound, and we can speak in the loudest
silence of all.
All these dreams of grandeur that we carved our image from, how Time The
Thief stole their shine, and how Hope gave us something new in its place.
If we speak loud enough, will we be heard by a few or many, or none at
all?
If we sing loud enough, long enough, will anyone join in and sing along
with their own eyes closed and their hearts wide open?
If we give up all these needy and grand dreams, will we still wake up a
better version of ourselves for it?
We struggle to reach our inner vision, to learn to find ways to speak
its desires better than we currently can, in the hopes that we can free it from
our own emotional bonds.
We attempt the unknown for a chance at something better than we know
right now.
We create dreams that walk alongside us, as we fail, and as we succeed.
We hope to uncover the end of a road that has no end, only a serious of
beginnings that lead into eternity.
I try so hard to learn these alien words, to find some way to speak to
you, to reach you from this vast distance, and even though I can barely find
the words to say what is in my heart, I know, somehow, that this silence can
still say it all loud enough to be heard.

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