#telepathicdistortion

⌘ running loop / intercepted transmission

I don’t hear thoughts.  I feel them glitch beneath skin and static.

Your grief bleeds through the walls —  louder than your words ever could.

Every time that song plays,  I remember a version of you that never spoke…  but screamed in silence.

If I could swap places with you —  I would.  But only in the dark.