About Hushed Voices:
The Voice
It took a while to decide how to do the layout on this page... first, the thought was to do it like statistics.  But that is so impersonal.  Instead, a story seemed to be more what was belonging.

So, this is the story of the voice...
I am who I am.  I am a woman.  I am.  I fear no one, and yet, I'm afriad sometimes.  I seek solice with friends and family.  I believe in faerys.  I believe in apparritions... I believe I can't spell.

I was born some twenty-two years ago.  I am not old, and yet, I am not young.

I live in the midwestern United States.  As much by choice as not.  I was born here, and until it is my time, I will stay here.

I have few friends.  I am not popular.  I am a nerd.

I am.

I feel so many emotions.  I feel intense, and as giddy as a child.  One day, I will have a child of my own.

I am different.  I do not follow a norm.  I walk to the beat of a different drummer.  I am the drummer.

Most of my friends abandoned me, and part of me cried.  Most of my friends abandoned me, and I rejoiced, for they moved on with their lives, and left me to my privacy.

I commune with nature, and it talks to me.  My friends did not understand this.

It is who I am, and I am proud.

I am proud.

I am.
Okay, I know that was a bit... loose.  For a more detailed version, click the link below.  Otherwise, that pretty much sums up The Voice.
Click the sleeping cat's back to go to the main page, and the sleeping cat's front to continue to the more detailed version of The Voice.
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