Voices

When I was younger, my head used to be full of voices - constant whispers of stories yet to be born.
They'd keep me awake at night, forcing their way out through my hand on the paper - and only when everything was said and done, they'd be silent for a few moments for me to sleep.
When I tried to concentrate, they'd take me to lands far away, seducing me with adventures noone had ever heard of.
Sometimes I wished they'd leave me alone.

But as the years passed...
I worked more and dreamt less.
I learnt to concentrate on what I had to do.
And when I went to bed, I forced myself to sleep when I had to get up early the next day.
I grew up.

Now my head's a quiet place.
Neatly stacked with facts, knowledge and responsibilities.
And even when I try, I can't hear the whispering voices anymore.
And I feel so lonely without them.
I work.
I sleep.
I live my life.
And sometimes, I think I'd give it all up, just to hear the whispers one more time.
My head used to be full of voices...