Static

All that was left was television static.

A blaring disruption where there once was pleasant noise.

Then came the silence.

A dreadful, noiseless void.

Your whispers cut through the darkness.

New images came to light.

You added splashes of color to what previously could only be seen in black and white.

The Earth began to shake and everything became clear.

No longer held by a deafening captor, I could hear music and laughter.

No longer burdened by insecurities or fears.

Please tell me that you’ll stay, that you’ll always be here.

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