You ever think about those whispers?
The ones that slip through cracks in the night?
Like voices from long-forgotten relics.
Remember that box under the stairs?
Old TV, buzzing like it had something to say?
We were too young to understand, really.
Flickering images spoke in tongues of
dreams we weren't yet ready to dream.
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You could almost see shadows dancing.
Not shadows, really. More like echoes.
Playing hide-and-seek in the pixels.
If you stared long enough,
stories unfolded—silent and strange.
Half-told tales, glimpses of voices
we’d never hear again.
Glimpses of Silence