In the Passing Hours of the Night

Some days
I do not want to write
I feel
I have nothing to say
Which must be recorded
Nothing to share
I seek silence
Not a silence born of defeat
Nor of melancholy
Rather
I am aware
That the experiences of the day
And the memories I have made
Are sufficient
Captured in the moments they occurred
Not to be carried forward
But to fade
In the passing hours of the night

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