An ode to AOL
There is nothing to do,
There is no where to go.
There is nothing to learn,
There is nothing to know.
In the nothingness of this hollow , empty space,
There flows an unfiltered grace.
Breathing steadily to a note of a strumming guitar.
Is this bliss?
No one knows where or who we are.
The journey of a lifetime,
Amidst a silence that comforts.
A breathing balm that heals all the hurts.
Pearls meet the thread,
And a new necklace appears out of the blue,
I am no longer the old me, I am someone new.
– Shailaza Singh
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