Whispers.

All my questions need a one word answer, I keep asking but nothing returns. I just wish it would happen, that one word. The questions still stand. They pull on my heart strings, play with my mind. Those little questions, like demons, run through the streets of my life, setting fires of indescribable things. Things I care about, things I want to care about.The fires spread, setting new problems aflame in indecsion. Wickedly grinning the demons continue thier onslaught. All is waiting on the answer to the question, that one little word, whatever it may be. At least the fires will then die. Short of breath I write this, my hair in my eyes to block the vision that is still blurred anyway, I sit here thinking of all the possibilities. All the things that could be, all it takes is that little answer. I know the things I want to do. I know it all to well. It all plays itself in the theater of my mind, the great things that could come, as well as the bad. The one thing I could never answer on my own. The one thing I don't want to answer. Whispers is all I hear, of the possibilities, thier endless....but all I want is one. 


Whisper it to me at night...

Reviews

[Ian]

Sounds like you got some demons in your closet that needs to be taken out nice story.