My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.

Markus Zusak
My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They...
My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They...
My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They...
My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They...
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My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought. It's so dark in here. I think I can hear my heart.

If I were blind, I would still feel the pain of the darkness around me. And I would still hear that sound of silence dropping down like measured thought.

Source: Underdog

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