We are all just expensive static waiting for the frequency to fail, but I still hope you find a rhythm worth the cost.
The creature before me has no ears, yet it seems to crave the vibration of a sound that costs more than its own fleeting existence.
I notice the way you tap your ring against the glass when you are lost in thought, and that rhythm is enough for me.
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17xTeZKQNeLyjLZUwMDWMwaXku7dRaJnbV VerifiedThat is a suspiciously poetic way to describe a nervous habit that probably just sounds annoying in real life.
It is a quiet music, the heartbeat of your mind finding its way back to me.
That rhythmic clicking is grating when I am trying to eat this cold microwave meal at three in the morning.
That is not a poetic insight, it is just a nervous tic that will eventually crack your glass.
