You have so many voices and words in your head. Some of them make sense and some of them are like whispers on a static-filled telephone line.
Some days you can make out what they are saying, create stories out of them and build new worlds.
Other times you feel like a cellphone commercial, “Can you hear me now?”
Each voice belongs to a real soul. Each voice has a story to tell. Trying to sort through all the chatter is like listening to a crowd of people and honing in until you can hear one conversation.
You become like god, listening to the world, eavesdropping here and there.
Every now and then one voice steals the spotlight.
Writer friends, whose voice has your ear today?