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.