I hear you.

I hear crickets, I hear croaking frogs and see cattle graze around. A highway far away catches my eye, it looks like a pathway into the skies. It’s all white and blue up there, uniformity; something uncommon. I notice a group of monkeys walk past me like I didn’t even exist. My ears are whizzing and the lungs crave exhaustion.

I hear thunder. I see lightning. Deafening and blinding; birds rush to their nests, insects crawl into crevices and there I was, amidst this unsettling chaos, finally at peace. I don’t care what home is and where it has gone.

I guess you don’t always need a voice to be heard and it’s not just people that speak.