• There's an odd silence in my head. It's as if all the voices went away to hide.
    I call to them, but no one answers. I call again, and a small voice finally pipes up.
    Shrilly it pores over the bitter memories I have, the memories I try to forget.
    It continues to raise the troubles that besiege me, and I am getting
    overwhelmed. I scream at the voice, scream at it to shut up.
    It goes on, louder than ever and now I'm screaming in
    agony, begging it to be silenced. It won't. Beneath
    the screams and the agony, another voice
    begins to talk. It begins a stream of words
    that have nothing to do with anything.
    But the words have a certain rhythm
    that calms me down, and the shrill
    voice falters and dies. I settle down,
    listening to the words that match
    my heartbeat.
    And
    I
    am
    at peace.