There are voices. The girl in front of you speaks...she says, something, something. Who knows? Or you told someone your name, and they holler it at you. Stopping, in a half freeze thinking, 'That's me' Or you hear the thoughts of others.. LOUD. they say things...undeniably. Flashes, they fly, like mirages...effervescant. Psychic faculties detect, hear, moniter. Then respond. And all the while, you're going slowly mad. Knock, Knock, a fist, soft, but still a fist, raps your own head. is this real?. I can hear your thoughts. Loud and clear. it's not the most pleasent experience. to read your mind. or to know that in ways, you hear mine too. So we find a clear lake, try to drown, stop the sounds. And will we ever, ever treat them with respect?. these silent worlds. that speak louder than ,
