The whispers and the mumbles float with the faraway wind.
Floating intercontinental; in search of me.
Found I am; once again they,
Voices in the shadows yearn for me.
Echoing voices fill the cavity,
The house, rooms, and my sanity.
Loud brazen thoughts of the my surroundings,
Reflecting and bouncing; waves erupting from me.
To whom I speak and whom I trust,
The troubles have begun,
With those things that I could not ask...
Erratic Behaviour
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