The voice spoke with gentle whispers
"Hello young man"
"Who are you? Why do you speak to me?"
"You seemed unwell, and alone"
"I'm quite fine on my own, I like it well enough"
"No, it makes you sad, and you can't possibly like that, could you?"
"Why? Whats it to you?"
"I want what is best for you, you have to thrive. So tell me what is it that bothers you?
And why are you awake at this time? It is almost five in the morning!"
I pause, staring through the air, a decade of suffering and neglet swarming through my mind.
"Oh, I see..."
A quiet, solemn collapses washes through the voice.
Silence falls on us for a while before the voice chirps again, a fleetingly naive tone.
"Well, perhaps you could try improve things, surely you could make it better?"
"Yes, perhaps you are right, I could try"
Once again silence falls.
I long to hear the voice once more.
But it does not come.
And I never try.