Just came home from the clinic to have my throat checked. Since I can hardly speak, the doctor advised me to take some rest and try not to talk. This made me feel a little low since my voice has always been my best entertainer.

When I'm bored, I hum, almost involuntarily, any tune that plays inside my head; when I'm angry, I yell at my best friend, Dandie, who's currently out of town, so he won't be able to read this, which is good; and, when I feel as if I'm someone who really believes in the existence of this thing called love, my voice is what I use to sing songs that come close to conveying the emotions my heart, or others say, my brain contains.

So after a long night and a busy morning, I'll take some rest. This way, my throat, without me disturbing, can fix himself, clean himself, and make himself liveable, again, by the voice I so wish were here to dance with my imagination.

My voice, let me wake up tomorrow with your greeting. Telling me "I'm back" with a smile.