You aren’t listening alone, I can hear the hum of the quiet right beside you.
I keep looking for a reason to believe the static is telling us the truth, but tonight I think it’s just empty air and I’m the only one still listening.
That hum used to sound like home before the graveyard shift stretched the silence into something I can no longer recognize.
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The humming machinery only echoes because you finally stopped trying to find meaning in the noise.
The industrial pulse has lost its rhythm, much like my own stomach, which insists on a dinner that reality has yet to provide.
