I have memories of someone singing in the bathroom -- humming at
breakfast -- whistling in the afternoon. They are false memories of
what I need. I miss it. It is silent. Noises take away pain. The comfort
of a voice (other than my own) takes away fear and threats. I wish
often that someone was with me -- that someone could sing in the
kitchen and hum me to sleep. Someone to watch over me and
protect me with just a voice -- my vocal guardian.

1.21.00

01/21/2000

Posted on 02/20/2009
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