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Fresh Static (day 98)
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365 Day Challenge (kinda) There used to be
smoke and gunshots
when I heard your name
Chaos would reign
when I closed my eyes
There used to be
the bangs of cannons and
lightning and drums
Now it’s fresh static,
a picture coming loose from its frame
I know I should envy the quiet
but I want all the noise in the world
Static
An interesting word: obscuring disruptive sound or haze or too much noise, like you said - Cool write this. What you want is what you want and usually what you miss. - a -