I hear those lost voices

My ears👂🧏 become hyperactive when I am unwilling to do any task, and the voices🗣️ I ignore get clearer.

The birds chirping🐦 makes me feel like I am in the same energy and want to decode what they say. The children's cycling 🚴makes me miss that tiny cycle I never had. If something falls in the meantime, like a vessel or some other household object, it drives me crazy. I little bit yell from inside, ‘’Oh hell’’

In the pin-drop silence, when the tap leaks, the drops carry me into their rhythm. Sometimes, I even count them. I know, I know, it's crazy but silence tricks me.

The question arises: Are these voices worth hearing?

Sometimes yes!

These voices erase the unneeded productivity. Yeah! I mean it. The time feels like passing without us being an active part. It slows down the inner noise to capture what’s unheard for a few days or weeks. Frankly speaking, these moments make me feel relaxed.

But the counterpart is when I am sad. Unnecessarily lazy and sad! These cheerful moments irritate me and sometimes if it’s nighttime, I feel like someone is standing at the corner of my bed. My visuals get more pine even in the dark. I exchange my place with mom as I can hear the lost voices and see the persona that my mind draws itself.

This makes me realize, that the mind can trick you into anything if not careful, ‘’What you feel.’’