My soul bleeds onto the paper with each word released from the pen in my hand.

In a dark room. An empty room. Only me and the voice inside my head—or is it the voice inside my heart?

The lines move across the page and recreate the stirrings from deep within my bones.

A silent dance. A private dance. Only me and the voice inside my head—or is it the voice inside my heart?

Subliminal thoughts streaming and creating something that moves in a direction unknown until the final destination is reached—full stop.

I look down at the words on the page and recognize that the voice which speaks is mine, and it’s been longing for me to listen.