.
No more dreaming. Mostly. Echoes of dreams? Something like
that.
There... was a song, some time back, which talked about another time. A
whole different world, era? I... think so. It spoke of a singer.
As well, someone quoted something, perhaps, from one of that singer's songs?
Anyway. I... thought, for the convoluted indications, I would simply
play the tune.
I almost try to listen through the strains of the universe. Sometimes I hear... or... think I heard? Difficult to ever know with certainty.
Oh, no. I didn't go looking. As usual... it found me. I just... did the math.
Goodnight.
20 Decibels, where whispers linger...
ReplyDeleteMine seems to be "180 decibels, I'm trying desperately to communicate, but, everyone is wondering why I'm yelling"
Come to think of it, I have a friend with your situation. He has hearing aids, but they only work halfassed. He still usually is a few degrees below shouting. When... they work as they... should.
ReplyDeleteOh, and reminds me. My foster mother, when trying to speak to foreigners... who didn't speak/understand English? Would yell. It was hilarious. Just brought up... an old memory I enjoyed.
Though, it wasn't just because she was a woman, or redhead. :p My foster dad was hard of hearing, and it's... how she would get him to hear, at times. She just crossed wires, as hens are want to do. :)