It's funny how someone's voice fixes everything. The instant that they say something, anything, in that magic voice, everything, and anything can be fixed. I just had a day where the monsters of the planet, the negative energy drain you of any feeling of hope or belonging. Yet, here I am listening in my bed. Listening to a voice of hope, the voice of an angel and receiving the comfort that I need. The voice speaks of so many little insignificant things, but as it continues, the gaping hole shrinks. It never matters if I talk back, so long as I hear the soft whispers that alert me to the warm kindness that is out there no matter what. Wishing for an escape from my life's burdens, just wanting to focus on the feel of relief. My mother always tells me, "You are an old soul." I never understand until this time of reflection where everything else melts away. While my peers worry about frivolous futures and matters unbeknownst to me, I just listen. I listen to the silence between words, the breathing that assures me that its real. As my body slowly begins to drift away, I call back my mind, not wanting to let it float away like leaves fallen onto a river. I don't want to miss a single word. He knows my feelings; he can decipher my thoughts like secret code, although he cannot read them. He is there for me. "I love you", the angel's voice whispers in my ear. I smile to myself. I sigh, and as if opening my hand and letting a feather fly loose, I let my mind go. Now I am at peace, now I can become content. For, without a doubt, the best feeling is knowing that somewhere, anywhere, there is someone in the world who loves you. Slowly closing my eyes, the silence still reverberates with the words that are so great. I love you. And I love you, Edward, I think before my mind loses consciousness.
