.The Human Voice.
It is strange. I like music. But I don’t particularly like the human voice.
Sounds from instruments soothe my heart better than the human voice.
Even though it is said that the violin most closely resembles the human voice, I prefer the violin over the human voice anytime.
And the strange thing is I like to sing. But only when I’m feeling happy. I am okay with human voice when I am feeling happy too.
But when I am irritated or the slightest bit upset, hearing the human voice inexplicably irks me.
I like being alone when I am upset.
In my ideal world, there is the crisp morning air when the sky is still dark; there is a beautiful sunrise over a wide expanse of water; there are trees, silent but always present; there is the smell of tatami; there is the sound of classical music; there is the sound of water; there is also the sound of crickets chirping; there is a cup of warm comfrey tea; there is the bitter taste of green tea too; there are lots of books; there are little animals around; there is the apple-ly smell of chamomile when I sleep; there is the sound of raindrops when I sleep; there is Sabrina; there is peace and quiet; And there is warmth.
Strangely, the sound of the human voice is absent.
Sounds from instruments soothe my heart better than the human voice.
Even though it is said that the violin most closely resembles the human voice, I prefer the violin over the human voice anytime.
And the strange thing is I like to sing. But only when I’m feeling happy. I am okay with human voice when I am feeling happy too.
But when I am irritated or the slightest bit upset, hearing the human voice inexplicably irks me.
I like being alone when I am upset.
In my ideal world, there is the crisp morning air when the sky is still dark; there is a beautiful sunrise over a wide expanse of water; there are trees, silent but always present; there is the smell of tatami; there is the sound of classical music; there is the sound of water; there is also the sound of crickets chirping; there is a cup of warm comfrey tea; there is the bitter taste of green tea too; there are lots of books; there are little animals around; there is the apple-ly smell of chamomile when I sleep; there is the sound of raindrops when I sleep; there is Sabrina; there is peace and quiet; And there is warmth.
Strangely, the sound of the human voice is absent.