it’s extraordinary to be human with feelings. usually it’s brave to have a voice. now in this world it’s unheard of to be heard. to actually hear each other is just not what done. but it would save lives to be this way. to reach out and give your hand or take one that needs yours is braver than you think. i choose to stand alone and that’s selfish of me. today i was different. today i was brave. and that bravery left me breathless and made my blood boil in an amazing way. i heard someone’s voice as they cried in silence. to me it wasn’t silent. a voice still a voice just in a world that turned the volume on low. it was loud, fierce but pleaded with violence. a trapped voice with a story not being heard. it wasn’t loud enough to a sea of ears that looked for ways to gain their own acceptance. no one heard over the loud speaker that replayed a false song. a false guide handbook we took without question. the thrill i got when i heard another voice that wasn’t my own, it had a sadness in it. i couldn’t believe no one wanted to hear. i took her at her words and believed in her. she shook with fear but at the end of her story she realized she fell down long ago and needed to look up. she got back up and took with her my listening ears. she later learned to listen with both her ears. she now helps by telling her story and listening to those who felt trapped in their own story. now we both listen and take on many stories. it’s addicting to get lost in our own sorrow but more addicting to be alive with power. power to help and power to change. we need to listen before all else we’re more human this way.