My Life's a Fermata

Allegro

Sometimes I like the little voice, it's like an invisible friend. Sometimes I feel the voice actually cares for me, unlike the rest of the world. It tells me what to do in moments of confusion, getting me out of the society's problems. But sometimes it forces me to do things, say things, that I don't even understand. My invisible buddy controls me, in times like right now.

My legs are moving because the little voice tells them to. They're running, aching, making me desperate for an extra breath. I'm running through the busy streets, going to an unknown destination. I fumble for my earplugs, hoping the voice will calm down a little bit with some extra noise. Sweat stings my eyes, my hair is stuck to my face, my earplugs are nowhere to be found. I dropped them... I lost them when I most need them.

My legs are not stopping, even though the world is turning into a mass blur of colours, even though my heart beat is loud enough that it sounds like a bass drum playing with the melody of the little whisper. I don't know where I'm going, I'm disconnected with the world and hooked onto the little voice. I might as well close my eyes and let the little voice lead me. I'm tired of fighting against it.

As suddenly as it started, the running stopped, placing me in the middle of a crowded plaza. My head is pounding, I can't see anything except for a strong glare. But I can hear. I can hear the crowd cheering. Cheering for a band. Then I hear something unexpected. This wasn't any band, there wasn't a guitar or a set of drums. Instead, there was a group of what I thought were classical instruments, playing the song I set on repeat everyday to block out the whisper.

But it didn't block the whisper. It magnified it. Louder and louder

Yes yes yes yes yes......