A Voice

There’s a voice — one that we barely hear, shadowed by the noise of our kind or masked by sounds born in its own home. It has plenty to say, perhaps it would do us good to listen. To stop, hold our breaths and hear it echoing for miles.

“I see you everyday, though you may barely take note of me. You shuffle through your days full of work, laughter, pain, celebration, friends and family. You listen to your music on shuffle — jump when you find an old gem, and quickly hit next when one brings back unpleasant memories. It’s when you have trouble falling asleep that you do most of your thinking. The shower is your friend too. When you want to scream your loudest scream or when you think your scariest thoughts, I see you.

It is not just you I see. They call you humans, I hear. I find that funny. How is it that you form the root of the word “humanity”? The word seems to have lost its meaning, and the owners, their path. Drowned in a sea of responsibilities, deadlines and keeping their life afloat, they seem to have forgotten to relish the simple pleasures of their existence.

Perhaps you wonder who I am. If you just look up, you will spot me in all my glory. The problem you see, is that you forget — everyday. I still linger, because one day you will take notice. Perhaps you will notice the shades I take. My favourites are blue and black, but I don’t shy away from a tinge of yellow, orange or even purple at the seams. I am never alone though. I have a tight-knit group of friends I call the sun, the moon, the stars and the clouds.

The sun is the one that likes to brighten up your day and smiles down at you. The moon takes over when he’s too tired to carry on. They meet twice a day, and they talk like long-lost lovers do. Moon is accompanied by her dear friends, the stars, and they love to throw quite the party. Their hope is that it’s enough to show you the glimmer of light even when the world is embraced by darkness. Then there are the kids among us — the clouds. They love to play hide-and-seek with the sun, and are always restless. Forever moving, and forever changing how they look, they carry stories of the places they visit. They are also quick to shed tears — maybe it’s to do with all they see you go through.

In all these years of seeing what you undergo, we are filled with admiration for your kind. It seems to me that you would do better with help outside of just your human counterparts. So, I do not want to see you anymore. I would like to watch over you, if you’d let me. We would all like to. Just look up, and we’ll know.”