Voices

Bruno Savoie
2 min readMay 23, 2023

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The voices in my head

Speak quite loudly,

Quite,

Quite,

Loudly,

Indeed,

For a while,

They prevailed,

And convinced me of many things,

As though they we’re my companions,

And though they are,

Mischievous they can be at times,

They shout for my attention,

Ask me questions,

They never provide answers,

Which is rather annoying,

They speak and speak,

Having conversations in various tones,

And sometimes I yell,

Stop!,

Stop the talking,

I’d like to appreciate a moment of silence,

Please,

And sometimes they allow it,

They too wish for silence,

But they feel comforted by the sound of their voices,

However,

In that silence,

There is a greater voice that arises,

Actually,

The one of unfathomable mystery,

The one of elusive beauty,

That no thought can encapsulate,

Or postulate,

Simply,

Appreciate,

Haha,

Wandering but not lost,

And wondering if I’m lost,

I suppose the answers will be made clear in time,

Though I really don’t know

Lost but not lonely,

Alone but not happy,

So which is it,

Always in the midst,

Of paradoxical things,

It feels like,

And my mind is as confused as ever,

With no answer in sight,

Though,

Somewhere deep inside,

I feel a light,

Something like the unbearable lightness of being,

Milan Kundera would tell you,

We are all unbearably light,

I believe this,

Though sometimes I feel unbearably heavy,

Burdened by those voices,

Which weigh heavily on my mind,

Though mostly,

I realize,

It’s not the weight that’s unbearable,

But the lightness,

And littleness of this life,

It is at once liberating,

And so very tragic,

That we are all so light,

We simply,

Drift,

Away.

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