static
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Dear Mind,
Look at you a cacophony of noise. Constant yet... forever changing.
A squall of color that finds solace in the lack of it,
She always allowed music to follow her around.
She tapped out rhythms
and be-bopped and scat. She crooned
I was happy.
We were happy.
I don't think you know, but I heard the gun.
Now, I live alone in numbness.
The feeling consumes me; that's all there is.
No peace.
Just noise.
The world as perceived by the saddest of the sad is just a rusty radio
Static
Turned low, so's not to wake my neighbor.
Too tired to turn it off
too worn down to search for a signal.
So, resigned, I sit
Static silence converges on my ears
Stealing my sanctuary
Refusing to let me rest in nothingness
Why must there always be something, not nothing?
submerged deep within my thoughts
lay a community of lies
gathering and organizing
to keep me from my prize
