Murmurations.

Murmuration

 

Ever felt like talking to yourself?

Everyday. Every night. The murmuration starts the moment my head rested on the pillow. Sadness, Happiness, Anger, Disgust.  Every night, they start a chorus of murmurs that mostly kept me up.

It intensifies, until it reaches a point where the murmurs become loud, shouting my thoughts for the whole world to see.

I wish it would end. But as long as i live, it will not.

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