Vivacious Inspirit

It’s pitch black. I can’t see a way out. I’m tumbling through the dark crevices of my mind and drop to a maze. The only discomfort is the barrage of voices that keep echoing, not leaving me alone. It’s a cacophony. I can’t stop these echoes. I can’t help but listen to them and each sentence is a lance through the heart. So I listen to it while stumbling around this dark unseeable maze looking for the switch to turn OFF these voices. “Do what you’re told.” “She never does what she’s told.” “Don’t do that.” “Don’t do this.” “Don’t be like that.” “What’s wrong with you?” “Don’t overact.” “Don’t show attitude.” “Just listen.” “Sumne bandid hudganna teppige madve agu.” “Jaasti aadbeda.” “Neen hakidre oota madalla.” “Yenaru maadkond haalag hogu. Nangen agbeku.” “Helid maate kelalla.” “I will not come to your marriage, ashte” “Adeno ppa, yeenu helalla. Ad yav lokadalli irtaalo.” “Avlige ishta bandhange maadtaale.” “Neen yaake hang ande?” “Neen yaake hang madde?” “Ninige sariyagi friends madko