We spend our lives in a whirlwind of confusions never slowing never seeing only doing what society’s morals and standards have set ignoring the whispers of clarity to busy to notice their guidence to much In a hurry cant listen we cry out! in pain from the caos and beg for guidence only to be in a hurry and not listen the whispers in our mind are only background noise the clarity ignored we lay awake with background noise scared to be alone with our thoughts and the whispers are ignored we rub shoulders with death and we still ourselves and we listen and have clarity the whispers that have been throughout our lives we hear before we say goodbye

Still yourself listen