White noise and cobwebs

Waiting between transmissions, transmissions of a spark of hope somewhere, or even a cloud of inspiration, there is white noise. Like that between radio frequencies.
The sort of comforting and yet disturbing voices, asking, telling and yet not listening.
We walk on and on, with this white noise for company, sometimes feeling as if it were a lullaby in our minds.Spiders spin their silvery grey webs in our heads. and soon it fills up the empty spaces.
Like an over crowded attic, we will find it difficult to soon sort out the mess in our heads.


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