My voice looks like: Idk, Waves? My voice. It is like a wave, like tides where the shore is me. My voice is a weird thing, like everything is, weird. But unique, like everything is, weird right? And I can prove that everything is unique, no matter how similar they look or feel. "No two particles can occupy the same state", proved. Easssy. But this doesn't talk about light or any type of wave in general. Two waves can merge easily or occupy the same state. They loose their individuality to form a larger or smaller wave. And my voice is a wave. And so is yours. And everyone else's. Is my voice unique? Or a better questions would be: Does it matter? I have theories but incomplete. So, I will leave this here, to you, to let you add your own voice. ____________________________________ My voice is like a child. I know it has the strength to speak. But I don't allow him, like parents. But I don't want to be that parent. My fears make me do. And maybe I'm not that parent because I know what to do, face the fear. "I hope I can", said my voice. I do love my child. I love hearing his weird stories like where I got stretched into a spaghetti, right before falling into a black hole, and how using this effect he decided to sell the most costly spaghetti, "The Black Hole Spaghetti: Smell once and get Sucked into it for Life!"; or hearing about how I will never meet my first girlfriend because he'll keep saying embarrassing things because he's too shy to say "I love you". I love him for everything he does be it be cracking lame jokes when I'm low or making conspiracy theories about BJP (BhaJi Pav party) is secretly funding the rats of congo to do stupid stuff so that they can eat the nation... oops I meant ration. My voice knows me better than I do. And I still don't listen, only to regret it later. And he likes to talk and make those weird stories, but I keep shutting him up, for no reason, only to miss him later. And this all seems familiar to someone's voice, my parent's.
