Brief Intermission

 The static envelopes him. He only fell deeper as the noisy white grey louder. 

Falling deeper wasn't falling down. But further in. And he was fine with that. It was just a matter of waiting for some clarity. A clear signal. A brief connection. 

This was only intermission. A time between the beginning and the end. He swam through the static endlessly. And when the channel changed, he knew he would return here again. And he was fine with that.

What begins will end, and begin again.

And what ends will begin, only to end again.


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