I'm the voice inside your head

I must not be anything, mean anything; I exist just because. You wake up and it's on your mind. And I'm on your mind, I have become your mind. And I listen quietly to the chaos that builds, sometimes it gets hard and I'm your strength. But sometimes, I'm tired and don't want to listen. I'm not always right you know, I'm just a voice.

Inside your head.

What else builds here? Fascinate me, it's food for my soul. The thoughts in your head. And I'm selfish but most days, I exist not just because but for you. To tell you that you can do this. In fact, you have done it before and you can do it again. And I have never seen more grace in the way you handled yourself last than ever before. You picked yourself up and no one else can do that for you. And you realize that now, you've become your own strength. Other than the days I'm the strength of course. We're living from paycheck to paycheck, we are confused and hurt but something about this is so fascinating to me. Something about gathering the bits and pieces of our hearts and lives and getting on with life. Because that's what this is, such a beautiful short-lived stay where everything is beautiful-our ability to sense, feel, listen. Taste. Something as subtle as a snowflake on your tongue or as strong as the bitterness of metal you sometimes taste in your blood. How is this not strange? But I'm just a voice, in your head. And i have never felt or sensed or tasted. But I just wanted you to know you should be ever so lucky. Count your blessings.

1, 2, 3.

You can do this.