White Noise

If living is a melody, pain has become my white noise.  A soft, constant background hissing against which all my chords are performed.  My fleshly instrument worn smooth with hard and long use – worn fragile in spots.  Still capable of virtuoso performances, with care.

I’m mixing my symbology though.  White noise is to transmitters, not instruments.

~ by Surreal on March 14, 2009.