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And with a voice in my ear, the darkness stays at bay. But the second all I can hear is silence and traffic it's like the darkness pummels me in its deadly intangible way again. The voice in my ear needs to shout a little louder cause the voices in my head are pretty loud.
I need a voice to still the silence, to kill the noise to set my armour so I can fight. I need a blade forged by its music, a gauntlet of its charms, a breastplate of sweet nothings and its emotion as my coat of arms.
Voices here and there may echo and catch some of my attention. Voices high, voices low and everything in between. But that one voice I've found, it is my lighthouse. And the wandering ship that is the distraction of me, will always return to it. Though a hundred more ships may turn to its warm glow, competing with me for a taste of the shore, it is only in my ear that the voice whispers. It is only in me that the voice knows it will always have a place to be heard. It is only in my existence that the soothing voice is soothed itself.
But as of now, the sore throat of one lies tangled with the sore heart of the other. The silence booms loud and the noises, they splutter.
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The Ramblings of A Lunatic
RandomThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...
