Thursday, March 15, 2007 | 6:46 AM

I wish the voices in my head would just stop.

The voices of the elders, singing the tune of pragmatism and logic. They preach the rainbow paths that one has to take, to reach the land of success and the pots of gold right at the end.

The voices of each grain of sand wailing as they fall through the hourglass. Their jarring shrieks moan the loss of time, with every passing day, to decide upon which route to take.

The voices of those who had walked the paths. They praise the beauty of the scenery they saw, extoll the wonders of taking their paths, and boast the rich abundance of the pots there.




I wish the voices in my head would just stop.

I am trying so hard to shut them away. Work supposedly has my neck in a death grip but somewhere air is still seeping into my lungs, just enough for my aural senses to continue functioning.

I talk and talk to other people. Be it under the guise of seeking advice, or getting a better understanding of cetain things, I am just trying to speak loud and long enough such that I cant hear the voices anymore. But I just cant talk the voices away.

I thought maybe I could read up and maybe the words can just form and get stuck in my head and somehow block my ear canals so I can stop hearing things. But then the words form walls and now the voices echo.



I wish the voices in my head would just stop.

So that I listen properly to what my heart is mumbling under its breath. And make out what my head is shrieking in its shrill tone.

So that I can hear and savour, the crisp tearing of either one of my organ's muscles, when I finally decide.

So that I can hear the wonderful silence of it all, when this all ends.

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