ticking of a clock.
passing of the wind.
the sounds outside seem so removed and so clear, the silence inside overwhelming. suffocating. crushing.
faces staring from their frames. smiles glaring from the frozen scenes.
these silent and screaming voices. these grey and vibrant images. the cat stares, wonders why i haven't moved in hours. the TV screen flashes blue, desiring signal. transmission. data. mocking my current state, desiring signal. transmission. data.
the silence. it's taking over.
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