Earworm’s Price
Obsession is your fear when fear itself is afraid. Turning the mundane into static space. If you let it distort the truth you've made. It takes the shape of anything. It can even wear your face. It can be an unanswered question; something left unsaid. Crawling into your head
As the Earworm tunnels through the dirtIt is a hug that starts so comfortably, but quickly begins to hurt. It gets in through the ear, and your head will be its home. Comfortable at first, inseparable before you know it. Then the scratching starts; soft at first you hardly notice.
Then it tears into your skin; burrowing deep! It feeds until it pops. A gnawing in the ears that stays its welcome plus some more
It crawled into the Wind one day as it happened upon the shore. The Listener had arrived at last; the Wind had waited far too long. By the time the Wind caught up, the Listener was gone.
The Earworm saw him too; the one the wind could never hold and together they gave chase. They failed again to get him; just beyond their grasp just know, that threads are not an easy catch. You cannot trap or keep him; he arrives when luck calls his name. The Wind will try to trick him but Echorin knows this game. The wind laments his loss today;
The sky runs out of ink.
That's the ear worm’s price you pay
For trying not to think
