inner-voice

  • There is an old game people play. Two truths and one lie. Two lies and one truth. Most people think the object is fooling everyone else. It isn’t. The object has always been fooling yourself. I wandered into an old courthouse one evening that wasn’t marked on any map. It had no judge. No jury.…

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  • Somewhere along the way, we started speaking to the voice in the head in the third person. Not because we lost our mind. Quite the opposite. It happened because one morning, while standing in front of the bathroom mirror brushing our teeth, the voice started talking again. You know the one. The running commentary. The…

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  • There is a sickness most people do not talk about. Not because it is rare.Because it is rewarded. It wears expensive clothes.It gets promotions.People clap for it at award ceremonies.They call it discipline.Drive.Dedication.Leadership. But if we are honest, ambition is not always a gift.Sometimes it is a parasite. A living thing attached to your nervous…

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  • Listen. I know you feel it. That weight sitting on your chest like something unfinished.That quiet whisper telling you to stay down… just a little longer.That version of you lying there pretending the world stopped spinning just because you got knocked off your feet. But I’m not that voice. I’m the one underneath it. The…

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  • Take a deep breath.Close your eyes.Let the noise fall away. Right now, it’s just you. Listen closely.There’s a voice living in the quiet spaces.Not the loud one you use for the world.The softer one.The one that speaks between the lines. It’s been trying to reach you. This moment isn’t random.It’s a riddle unfolding.A conversation waiting…

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  • The One Who Is Listening

    They stood up too fast, like something inside them finally caught up with something outside them. Not a physical movement.An internal shift.The kind that feels like waking up in the middle of a sentence you’ve been repeating your whole life. That was the moment they realized the voice in their head wasn’t theirs. Not in…

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  • The Watcher

    It begins with a quiet hum. Not a sound, exactly. More like the feeling of breath before it becomes wind. A signal so subtle most miss it unless they’ve sat still long enough to forget they were waiting. I was the one waiting.I thought I was the one watching.But I wasn’t. I was being watched—by…

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