divalicious
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One can say that the silence that lives between heartbeats is the most important one.
It's the moment so fleeting, so incredibly thin, in which every thing seems to vanish.
It is a place where the falsehoods that we utter to ourselves decay.
If a person is very calm and quiet, he or she may actually listen to it—
the way regret hides under the surface of your pulse,
how the ghosts of the choices you never made
that walk along your ribs and breathe in your ear, "you could have been more."
The sun never entirely goes away; it just drops,
as one’s breath would drop into the ocean,
where even hope slows down and becomes heavier.
And here, at the bottom, truth does not console. It hurts.
This is because seeing yourself as you really are means knowing
that you were never the hero of your own story,
only the last one holding the candle
in a room full of ashes.