i could be sitting still
or lost in a tornado of thoughts
i could have had my fill
or hungry enough to gnaw my own bones
the radio in my chest
is always seeking
the same frequency
where i hear the whispers of the night
through the static, through the noise
through the time zones, a voice
whispered softly, in invisible notes
is it real or just in my thoughts
so i stalk the wavelengths
i prowl the digital skies
to catch another whisper
of a silent smile
---
I'm really not happy with the last paragraph. I feel there should be more to this one. This is not it.
But this will have to do for now. I am coming back to tackle this soon.
or lost in a tornado of thoughts
i could have had my fill
or hungry enough to gnaw my own bones
the radio in my chest
is always seeking
the same frequency
where i hear the whispers of the night
through the static, through the noise
through the time zones, a voice
whispered softly, in invisible notes
is it real or just in my thoughts
so i stalk the wavelengths
i prowl the digital skies
to catch another whisper
of a silent smile
---
I'm really not happy with the last paragraph. I feel there should be more to this one. This is not it.
But this will have to do for now. I am coming back to tackle this soon.
No comments:
Post a Comment