If we can only connect to others that vibrate at the same frequency, are you alone when there are none that do?

If you alter your frequency to be heard by others. at what point are you no longer you?

How many edits does it take for a story to no longer be the authors?

If we all acquiesce to one frequency are we just noise

Can we retune to our original frequencies and find beauty in chaos?

Others hear white noise, I hear a rhythmic beat...

Why can’t you hear my song?

Can we find a simple rhythm to dance to...?

We are the jarring, friction, screeching in an engine...the oil will help us listen and hear