Voices in the Dark
Title sounds like a spooky ghost story. Well I guess it kind of is.Like I said, glasses or no, I write in the dark. Puts a "serious" yang under my "comical" ying. This is my quiet time. Time to write, time to reflect. Time to try to fugure myself out.
But I don't recieve any input. It's quiet here. I don't hear any voices. I need voices.
Just one voice really.
A voice to tell me about IT'S day.
A voice to ask me how mine was.
A voice to help me unwind and relax.
A voice to guide me.
A voice to stop me from making unwise decisions.
A voice to lull me to sleep.
A voice to wake me up for work.
A voice to help me match my shirt to my pants.
A voice to comfort me.
A voice that will tell me it's proud of me.
A voice that laughs.
A voice that's always there.
A voice that says it loves me.
A voice that I can believe.
Comments (1)
Another's voice can comfort.
Another's voice can make you feel loved.
Another's voice can lead you to wrong decisions.
Another's voice can make you feel comfortable.
Anohter's voice will never feel what we feel deep within.
Anohter's voice is what we sometimes want to hear.
Another's voice is can be something we dont want to hear.
All the voices, but do they really hear?