I talk out loud – creating conversation.
I visualize facial expressions – squinting, mouth tightening, furrowing brows.
I observe me – my breathing, my heartbeat, my hands clenching.
Then I listen.
Where is this taking me? What should happen next? How will this all come together?
And then there is silence. I wait. But the voices are mute.
I try to force them, but it’s no use. They will not be persuaded by desperation. Continue reading…