The static on the radio sounded like an old friend,
trying to tell secrets lost in decades of crackle.
Ever sat by a window, listening to life shuffling outside? Like a playlist of untold stories.
The universe hums; a composition we hardly grasp.
You grasp its echoing whispers, piecing together tales:
shifts in the wind, a never-ending drone of truth.
Sometimes, we hear them clearer after heavy rain.
Maybe the drops wash the world clean,
making way for clearer whispers—sounds like childhood.
Ever tried lying on grass and just ... listening?
A wondrous way to lose track of time, caught in silent debates.
Those lost thoughts swirling in mediocrity, somehow seem profound.
Life's white noise: mundane yet fascinating.
Each frequency could be a course, a relationship, a mishap.
And yet we wander; curated footsteps across a static landscape,
leaving echoes of fleeting brilliance.