In the Dark

To be honest, I don’t know the exact reason why I talk to myself.  Maybe it’s the fact that hearing a voice, even if it’s your own, makes this house feel less empty.  Because growing up feeling alone, the faces of no one were the only ones I felt comfortable telling secrets to, the walls were the only ones that ever listened to what I had to say, and the silence was the only voice that ever spoke to me without judgement.

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