Quiet time.
Quiet time now, please.
It's that time when the cyrsanthimums shouldn't blossom.
I'm at that place in my life right now where I wish the moon wouldn't invade my thoughts.
I asked the waves to settle, but they only upset me with disobedience.
Quiet time, quiet time is an idea, a philosophy that I've developed over the course of years and months.
It's taken many journeys, many trials, love, and an avid hate for everything.
I'm loath about the turnout of this meeting, of the apparent apathy for the quiet.
When everything is still, everything is quiet, that's the new paradigm.
That's the only paradigm.
If only you would listen to the thoughts of nothing, you wouldn't need to tolerate.
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