The Whispers

Whispers. I hear them in the darkness all around me, and I wonder what they’re saying. But I don’t listen too closely. I know that if I hear their words I’ll have to obey. I’m still so curious though. If I listen, what mysteries and secrets will I learn? Maybe everything. Or nothing.

My mom says it’s time for me to grow up, and to stop believing in such silly nonsense. I’ll tilt my head to the side sometimes, without realizing it, and she’ll know that I’m hearing the whispers. I try to stop. I go out with friends, play some sports. I even date a little. According to her, there’s nothing unsatisfactory about my life, which could cause me to still make up imaginary voices to talk to.

So why are the whispers still always there?