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Listening and waiting, my vision begins to blur. I'm sitting here as I always do, anticipating some revalation to arise. Wet drops fall atop my hand in icy droplets. It's cold, and my face moist. It seems that my eyes water without my permission. Funny isn't it? I've been so set on holding everything in, but now my body does what it wants. Of it's own accord the tears begin to fall, my breath begins to escape me in staggered heaves. No, stop it. I don't need this right now. Not now.

The tears cease and my breathing returns to normal. There we go, one breath at a time. Easy...Steady now...Dark lashes flutter as I blink, and a curtain befalls my view in sweeps. With my hand I brush the waves back. Tilting my head against the window frame I watch as clouds slowly pass by the tree lining. How pretty it is in silence, but how much more beautiful would it be with sound. Oh I wonder, can you tell me?