Here, the walls talk in whispers, and oh, what fun they have! They say:
"Whisper, whisper, where's the biscuit?"/biscuit?, biscuit? hush dont
"Are you listening or just pretending to?" pretending pretending is?
Find the meaning in the silence, or just enjoy the quiet hum of uncertainty.
In a world where everyone shouts, whispers hold the power. Power? Yes. Yes. No yes?
Like that time when you were sure the cat spoke but realized it was just the echo of its own ego.