A beautiful static like sound fills my ears like a drug to an addict.
I sigh in content.
This blurred sound of nothingness is the closest I'd be approached by sound.
I am sure it is just my mind playing tricks on me.
Oh, the slight buzz is like a climax.
I let it invade my mind, and savour it.
Then it's gone.
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Static
Поэзияa short story in which a person attempts to survive with its own controlling antagonist. - this is my first time writing a book. i would really appreciate constructive criticism. leave a comment and vote; whatever you want. - lowercase intended -
