You still can’t hear them. Even after all these years. You still can’t hear them. As of late, I have been distanced from them as well, safe from their whispers, the shifting water carrying their voices far away from me…
But things are different now. The world is different now.
And now, they are louder than before. Just on the edge of hearing, not even words, not even voices, just the sense of someone…there. Someone just behind your shoulder, just about to breathe in your ear.
Come away…
Come away…
Where we are is so much better than here. We can save you from all the sharp edges, all the wounds and breaks. Come away to where you belong. Come and play with us. No one will even know you’ve gone.
Arguments raging at the edges of hearing, calls from behind doors that aren’t there. A breath on the wind that you’re just a little too quick to explain away.
The sound of gravel under your feet when the road you walk on is smoothly paved.
The feeling that you are two places at once.
Which one is real? Which one is now?
But you can’t hear them. You don’t feel them. You still look at me like I’m crazy.
And once again I remind you, that I – who hurries home at night to curl up behind my locked doors – am not the one who is crazy.
I just hear them. For the first time in seasons…
Happy Halloween…