Voices.

"Silence!", he yelled. All the voices that were creating a menace inside his tiny head got startled. A few of them even started wondering if it were the same person's head that they had been residing in the last few years

The voices he once encouraged were now solely responsible for this disorientation of his mind and body combination. He no longer wanted them to be his support system but he doesn't know any place else to go to. Nor does he have people around him to tell him things are going to be fine. At that point, he wasn't even sure if 'fine' is what he was looking for, for he had forgotten what 'fine' felt like. Was it that feeling one would get when they walk back into their home after countless hours of agonizing pain? Maybe it was the feeling that one would get when they eat their favourite scoop of ice-cream. Or was it that feeling when they got to say hello to their friend they hadn't seen in a while? Or maybe it was that desolate feeling of longing for something comfortable that even he wasn't sure what. Perhaps it was a mixture of all of this. Perhaps it was none of this put-together. Every thing that came across as a potential answer became yet another voice that just wouldn't stop whispering in his ears. And they were only trying to help him. Sadly.

Love, peace.