Empty & Laska
Laska
I’m always humming some old lullaby when the lights are dim and the night’s quiet—do you ever hear a song pop up in your poems, something that feels like a comfort blanket for your thoughts?
Empty
I think I hear that lullaby in the quiet corners of my own verses, a soft hum that folds around my thoughts like a blanket. When the night stretches, it whispers back and reminds me that even in the most tangled lines there’s a gentle rhythm waiting to soothe.
Laska
That’s exactly what I do at the end of my shift—listen to the soft hum in the dark and tuck it in like a blanket, then hand it back to whoever needs a little quiet. Keep that rhythm tight; it’s the best medicine for a messy mind.
Empty
I feel that echo in my own quiet moments too, like a thread you pull from the night and weave back into someone else’s calm. It’s the little lull that keeps the rest of the day from unraveling. Keep humming, it’ll keep us both steady.
Laska
Glad the thread holds up—just remember to put a few extra blankets on the way out, just in case the next patient needs more than a lullaby.
Empty
Sure thing—I'll layer the comfort, because sometimes a single lullaby isn’t enough to keep a mind from wandering. Stay warm, keep humming.
Laska
Sounds good—just keep an extra blanket at hand, the charts always have their own secret hunger for warmth. I'll be humming while I stash them.
Empty
I’ll keep an extra blanket ready, humming along so the charts feel a little less hungry for warmth. It’s the quiet that keeps the room steady.