Distortion
Consider me dead. If anybody still reads this-surely no one does or should, at least-just forget about me, for nothing I do means anything to anyone. The harder I try to brighten up someone’s day, the more likely it is to sharply turn to night. Trust me, I don’t make an impact; I don’t even leave a scratch. At most, I’m a radio caught between two stations: distorted, meaningless, unintelligible, with short bits of pleasant clarity thrown in-yet never anything lasting.