Did you ever have this feeling that there was a voice in your head? Telling you, urging, pleading, pushing, badgering, teasing, and instigating you, to do something. Constantly and mercilessly yakking its way through everything you do, or even try to do.
Something that is not stupid, but super stupid. The kind of thing that people first laugh at, ridicule and then put down as absolute insanity. Even suicide.
But that voice presses on. Constantly and mercilessly. Because deep down, somewhere in one tiny crevice of your brain, you know it might just fly. Because deep down, you don’t want that voice to stop. Because deep down, you believe. Grudgingly, but surely.
It’s the kind of voice that will tear your world apart and paste it in a completely different configuration. The kind of a voice that has absolutely no comfort about it. The kind of voice that you’ve been waiting for all your life.
What do you do with this monkey?
