note to self ; for voices heard and unheard

Everything is going to be fine, you have done what you can at that very moment.

You are safe, you are fed, you are warm and you are in a beautiful, brilliant city.

(Though most of the time, your mind don't agree)

The city that surprises you sometimes, from the unexpected kind people you come by

to the unkind ones that you questioned what had happened to them to make them this way.

A lot of times, it may not always go the way you planned,

the way you rehearsed in your mind multiple times,

but a lot of times, things happen for a reason.

Vague, yes.

If you take it with hate-filled feelings, you'll turn just as nasty.

Take it as a sweet opportunity to see the silver lining for all things

and it will outshine any darkness within your perimeter.

You are safe, you are loved and you have someone to love.

This does not only imply lovers but family, friends and furry babies.

There are far more creations on Earth to appreciate rather than bitterness that lurks nearby.

You are safe, you are missed and you can be more of a you than you've ever been you.

Live the life you choose to live.

Everyone is on their own.

But a crowd of individuals fusing together to build something incredibly enormous for the greater good.
That is how things start to make a difference, 

start to speak louder with actions.

That's something worth living for.

You are safe, you have a life and you are precious.

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So far, four individual men have seated in front of my table with different outfits, different motives of taking a break in this coffee shop. One after the other, different names, different careers, different hobbies, different preference of coffee, different perspectives of what a good life is.

How many people have they seen lowered into the ground?

How many miracles have they witnessed bringing life on Earth?

What are the goods and the bads they've done so far in their lifetime?

By this time, Gymnopédie No.1 by Erik Satie has been on repeat for more than 10 times.

Hence, being thought-filled.

I can't make out the words being exchanged around me.

Harsh, mellow, squicky, calm and that tone that 

signifies an understanding of your situation.

Voices.

We hear voices in our head all the time, 

we hear them when in a public area, we hear them when we're alone.

Don't you talk to yourself?

Tell me why is that hearing voices may cause you your freedom?

Held captive for listening to your thoughts,

forced to be molded into society's representation of 'normal'.

Tell me how is the level of 'normal' measured?

I can't imagine how individuals of mankind are held captive for being different.

Religion. Gender choices. Sexuality. Representation. Perspective.

My heart screams in agony.

That we would do that to our own species

but we have the audacity to take control of exquisite creatures of the animal kingdom.

Creatures with the same mentality to feel love, care, and kindness,

we roll along destroying habitats, breaking families apart and taking their lives to the extent of extinction.

In what world are we in where the bad is always chosen over the good.

Unfairness, captived, restrained, suffocated, tortured, forced and disciplined.

For the nature of who they are, what they are brought into life for.

Isn't that all we're looking for?

We can't manage our own freedom that we have to take others' away?

Some kind of form of escape?

Some kind of remedy to feel better of ourselves?

Some kind of passageway to barricade us from terrors, stress, and strains of all kinds.

While at the same time, taking what belongs to other's away from them.

We are truly our own prisoners.