The Voice

It's always been there. Demon, friend or conscience? I'm never truly sure. Quietly making suggestions... sometimes wise, other times inane, every now and again totally idiotic.

Almost four years ago, it became a scream. In time, it's faded, ignored and pushed aside by me.

Today it's become a bitter bark.

Posting is going to continue, but it may be lame. I've got some thinking to do.