They tell me a bunch of things.
Haunting me every night especially in REM.
In class I fail to be present. They whisper much more than I can process.
I never listen and I never give in.
Each voice allows the heart to rhythmically gush some dopamine.
My mind goes to work overload and yet there is nothing more satisfying.
“You are great, you are well and worthy”
“You are a lover, a comforter and a hero”
“You are a builder, a dreamer and a giver”
“You are alive, you are present and willing”