Bubbles
By Chad
The voice washed over the abyss. He thought it was a good voice, pitch just perfect intonation... intonating. The words just washed... Left wanting. Bubbles of transparent ideas popping as they prodded peoples ears. The meaning was lost with the pop, was the meaning ever there? Under the voice he could hear whispers, transient phrases firing into the void. They had no real meaning, low, horrible humming. And without saying the words, the whispering rumble told him all he needed to know: No-one was listening.Sometimes I might as well be talking in a foriegn language =) Written March 18th, 2002 © on Mar 18 2002 09:47 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"The voice washed over the abyss...."