Goodnight.

Too many questions, too much thoughts for my brain to handle. There's that voice in my head
asking for too much but I can hear nothing but noise. Too many voices asking at once, I can't
tell questions from each other. Standing in the middle of an angry crowd seems to be much
easier to handle, voices could be recognized and words could be heard. But the crowd in my
head seems hard to be pleased, this is not anger, this is more than anger. Each voice is
calling out for help but with a different emotion than the other one. One voice seems to
be frustrated, another seems to be depressed. One seems to be confused and another one
seems to be afraid. But the question is, afraid of what? Afraid of tomorrow? Maybe. Afraid
of solitude? Possible. Too many things one could be afraid of but I can't still find out why
these voices are crying for help. Why is the whole crowd sscreaming and shouting? What
can I do? Am I the one being called for help? Or can I even help? But most importantly,
who am I supposed to help? Is it possible? Could it be? Could I be the one crying for help?
I don't understand and I can't even hear my own thoughts anymore. Suddenly, complete
silence. Where have they gone? Where is the crowd? Nobody answers. Only my fast
heartbeats.They're so loud, they sound like a ticking clock. I can't even fall asleep. But
it's my only way to escape reality, or this bad dream if it is one. I'll get a headache sooner
or later and I'll escape this nightmare, maybe I can figure out what the voices really
meant in another dream. Goodnight.