There was too much noise. Sirens from police cars and ambulances. Shouts from the crowd on the street eighteen floors below. Traffic from other streets and all of the noises of San Francisco. Mostly, though, there were the voices. Whispering… — Don Bassingthwaite Copy Share Image
“My mind gets caught up in the world,becoming so disconnected and lost,you find guidance from ghosts that have no direction and only aim to harm,listen to the quiet voices,whispering kindness and purity not the ones shouting thoughts of dreams and… — Tyler Hawkins Copy Share Image
