There’s so much noise. Yet, I can’t hear the one voice I long for. If I can't hear them — then why is my mind trapped in this noise? Is it the world making noise, or is it me? Their lips are sealed. Mine too. So then… where is the sound coming from? What are these voices trying to say? And if they want to speak, why should I be the one to hear them? Yet I do. Who is behind all this noise? Is the whole world in my mind — Or is my mind the whole world? What’s going wrong everywhere? If everyone is suffering… Who is causing all this suffering? Are we the ones hurting each other? But I was the one who got hurt first — So why would I ever want to hurt anyone else? Was all this a mistake? But how can a mistake be this big? Can it be a stranger’s doing? But how can anyone be this much of a stranger? And if no one is a stranger — Then where is recognition? There are no strangers, no familiar faces, Then… who are all these people? And if they are all people — Then ***who*** ***am*** ***I***?