The Voices Arrive

At first, the voices go unnoticed. But soon, I realize they are attached to me. So powerful- Yet so debilitating. It is as if the voices always arrive just before me. It is as if they have become my new destination. Or maybe my new destiny. Like stardust. Like danger. So that even though I have gone missing- It feels like I am missing nothing. At least nothing I want to know. Even though I am listless- The voices don’t want me to sleep. So that I cannot hide from the voices that continue to multiply. So that I cannot pretend that I am dreaming. So that I cannot wake up to a silent morning.