It’s a noisy night again. Despite the stillness and the silence, there’s constant crescendos of clutter raging in my head. But I do not wish to release them tonight. Perhaps it’s time they were allowed to rage and fester until they finally assumed a form of their own so that the tangibility of it might yield something more than just the taunts of days gone by.

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