Voices

This is one of those times when I really feel like writing out some of my thoughts, but I can't because my mind is in a chaotic miasma of opinions, ideas, little incoherent pieces of information. It feels like the entire mass of what is in my mind seeks for an outlet, buiding up pressure, looking for some release. But none is to be found.

Solace. Quietitude. Silence.

No.

Only voices. Different tones, different pitches, rough and coarse, uncouth, refined, smooth. All saying different things. They will not leave me. There is no peace.