Voices

Words though a smoke filled room, screens the sounds of emotional laughter or the crying pain which is the fire of loudness. Maybe it's me talking again ? or him? she said'I heard though the mixed up hype of the noise. The noise which never seems to stop. Sweet voices at the strange of times along with hardness. is the quietness of the soul or does it quiet the soul? Loud mixed up is the mind that minds to much. I try to put a handle on her voice or mine. voices in a smoke filled room, screened to a perfect pitch. Yet no smoke to be seen, but a screen,set so I can't hear myself think.