Radio StaticA Poem by AnnaThe static is overwhelming. I want the noise of the radio to quiet all my pesky between-station thoughts. I hate the late night lights outside in the winter rain and waiting for me to see. The sunlight is so lonely so cold, so distant that star that never burns my skin. Can I just go home to my bed to sleep all the hours I lost? I want the warmth of these colorless walls and paper blankets and those firelight memories. They don't hurt or sting or tell me things I know for certain and they're always the same. I want the noise of the radio to settle all my fighting between-conscience feelings. The static is overwhelming but at least it's always the same.
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StatsAuthorAnnaRaos Crest, NowhereAbout"I say, Wendy...Always if you see me forgetting you, just keep on saying 'I'm Wendy,' and then I'll remember." more..Writing
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