I sometimes don’t recognize my own voice, and it changes, it diminishes, like an echo, a shadow, fading into the oncoming tide...
It can be like hyip hyip and/or HOOWAH, but it’s always with me, and it’s the only sound that keeps me company when I’m totally alone…
When I speak… OR SING… I can feel my entire being vibrate, and sometimes I forget that I’m just making noise…
I was once told I had a mellifluous voice, that’s like honey she said, I was coming down from the stage of my tenth grade play, it was a word I hadn’t thought about as fitting my voice, but she was convinced it was…
People have since told me I have a powerful voice, enough to sink a ship with a single word, or a radio voice full of emphasis and expression, or a voice of a dream lulling even the most wild of beasts asleep…
Much of the time though, I prefer the silence, and I banish my voice from my mind, but it is always my faithful servant and companion, no matter the journey we may find.

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