Little Words
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Last published Mon, Oct 28, 2019
What do you do, when the darkness finally overtakes?
What do you do with these newfound voices inside your head?
What do you do when there's nothing else to do, but to listen to them?
Do you turn the radio on, and try drowning out the noise?
Or do you run, try leaving these voices behind?
Or do you rather, learn to survive with them?
Every time a new voice is born inside my head, it brings out a new perspective. It may not be even happening with me. It could've been someone else. But i do see, or better yet, hear these. I have nothing to do with it, so why I'm being constantly reminded of the dark spots of this world?
When i have nothing to do, i ink these voices. I give them a shape, a base. A satisfaction, that they will be heard. Only then, do they stop crying.
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