It’s hard to trust anyone that doesn’t talk to themselves, at least not the ones that say things that would land them in any form of custody.

How else would you hear the person inside of you talking sense towards you during the darkest times? Or even calmness during an inner storm? Those times that you choose wisely who to talk with others about.

Often we assign that voice with a type of ideal person, some composite of things you want out of friends, and maybe even a lover. They pop up at the most convenient times, and can even prevent you from negative rumination.

Sometimes, anyway.

No matter what, they represent the part of you that believes in you, even when you don’t believe in yourself. And the times that you believe like they do, never tune them out. Because as a whole, sometimes you’re all that you have until someone proves otherwise.

D.F.