Voices

I hear voices and stuff.

I hear voices from below. They're coming from my window. The voices are loud. Giggles are wafting into my room like the wind. The voices are annoying.

 

I hear voices in my head. I'm not insane because everyone can hear their own voices, but sometimes I wonder why I am hearing anything at all. Then I realize that I don't care. 

 

After sitting and just thinking for a while, the voices have company. Images quickly flash from one thing to another. I'm on a mountain. I'm freezing cold, and I'm naked. I'm on a swing, swaying in the wind, listening to horrible music. I'm with my old friends, laughing. Then I'm dead, and I am not pleased.

 

I'm reminded of the voices that are coming from below. 

 

The voices are annoying.

 

Reviews

[spyderkarter]

Very well written

Thank you